“But he may spoil all by holding out.”
“I have done what I can in yielding myself. I can do no more.”
“You approve our act? Surely you do not repent of what you have done?”
“I cannot repent of what I could not avoid. But enough of business for to-day, my friend. Where is Madame Christophe? Where are your children? Bring them here; and let us enjoy leisure and friendship once more, while we can.”
“We will. But, Toussaint, if you could only say that you are satisfied that we have done what is best, it would relieve me much.”
“I cannot, Henri. But, be assured, I fully acquiesce. One has not always the comfort of being able to acquiesce.”
“Can you say, then, that you forgive me, in as far as you think me wrong?”
“Can you doubt it?” replied Toussaint, turning upon him a countenance full of frank affection. “Are you not a friend of many years?”
“God forgive me if I have misled you, Toussaint!”