“I have been so rude and harsh,” he blundered out. “Can you forgive me?”
“Forgive? You, who have devoted yourself to him I love? My husband’s dearest friend has never yet truly read his poor wife’s heart.”
She said this with a quiet womanly dignity that humbled the doctor to the very dust, and his voice was broken as he replied gently:
“I never have—I have been very blind.”
He said no more, but went slowly to the door. There he turned.
“Once more,” he said: “Scarlett is much better. It was only to save you from pain that he sent for Miss Raleigh. That is all.”