"We cannot be as strangers," she went on, passionately. "We must be friends. Can you or I undo the past? Can you or I undo our love—or our child?"
"Hush!" he said, harshly.
"I came only to hear that you forgive me," she continued, a brave smile softening the intensity of her face. "Tell me that and I will go away."
He was silent for a moment; then he spoke.
"I forgive you."
She took a step towards the door and came back.
"And is that all?"
"That is all." Beneath the brutal pressure of his teeth a drop of blood rose to his lips. There was a wave of scarlet before his eyes, and he clinched his hands to keep them at his sides. A terrible force was drawing him to her, impelling him to fall upon her as she stood defenceless—to bear her away out of reach.
She looked at him, and a light flamed in her face.
"It is not all," she retorted, triumphantly. "You have not forgotten me."