“Then, of course, you never knew of our disgrace.”
“I knew all.”
“You were very kind to overlook our misfortunes.”
“Oh, no, do not call me kind; I acted only from a sense of duty, and because I pitied her.”
“You knew how deeply she had sinned?”
“Yes.”
“God knows I tried to save her, and if I did not my duty it was for lack of judgment, not charity.”
Scott knit his brow, and passed his hand in an absent sort of a way through his auburn locks.
“That voice,” he said, “where have I heard it?”
“I cannot tell you.”