“Agnes! Agnes, my beloved!” said Sir Percival.
She turned to him, looking wonderingly up to his face.
“My dearest, what has happened? What does that mean?”
He pointed to the broken glass while he was leading her away.
“You will soon know all,” she said. “I have the letter—it will tell you what I have no words to tell.”
He took the letter from her hand, and with one of his hands still holding hers, he read it.
“This tells me no more than I have known from the first,” said he.
“What, you knew that he was guilty?” she said.
“I knew it: I hoped that he would confess to you.”
“Good God! You knew of his guilt and let the innocent man suffer?”