“If you have any doubt, I can show you a letter he wrote to me from abroad, which will prove—”
“I believe you absolutely.”
“But let me tell you more. I must explain how the misunderstanding—”
Rapidly she recounted the incidents of that fatal Saturday afternoon. At the conclusion her self-command was again overcome; she shed tears, and murmured broken entreaties for kindness.
“What shall I do, Miss Nunn? How can I live until—? I know it’s only for a short time. My wretched life will soon be at an end—”
“Monica—there is one thing you must remember.”
The voice was so gentle, though firm—so unlike what she had expected to hear—that the sufferer looked up with grateful attention.
“Tell me—give me what help you can.”
“Life seems so bitter to you that you are in despair. Yet isn’t it your duty to live as though some hope were before you?”
Monica gazed in uncertainty.