'Yes, I told him what I thought was the truth. Thyrza, I have been cruel to you, but I had no thought that I was so.'
Thyrza asked, after a silence:
'But you told him where I was living?'
'I told him; he asked me, and I told him, as I had promised I would.'
Thyrza stood in deep thought. Mrs. Ormonde again took her hands.
'Dear, come and sit down. You are worn out with your trouble. Don't repel me, Thyrza. I have done you a great wrong, and I know you cannot feel to me as you did; but I am not so hard-hearted that your suffering does not pierce me through. Only sit here and rest.'
She allowed herself to be led to the seat. Her eyes rested on the ground for a while, then strayed to the leaves about her, which were golden with the sunlight they intercepted, then turned again to Mrs. Ormonde's face.
'He knew where I lived. How could you be sure he wouldn't come to me?'
Mrs. Ormonde sunk her eyes and made no reply.
'Did he promise you that he would never come?'