Law stood up and took Donelle in his arms. She frightened him by her awful calm.
"Little girl," he whispered, "try to cry. For God's sake, try to cry!"
"But, Man-Andy, how can I? If only I could have kissed him just once so he could have remembered——" And then Donelle broke down. She relaxed in Law's arms; she clung to him sobbing softly, wildly.
"Why, Man-Andy, I'm going to remember always that I couldn't give him what he deserved most in all the world."
"My dear, my dear! You gave him of your best, he understands that now as he could not before."
"And oh!" here Donelle lifted her tear-stained face, "I'm so thankful I did not bar the door against him."
Law thought her mind was wandering.
"What door, child?" he asked.
"This door, the night we were married. He—he knew, I am sure he knew, as he watched outside, that I trusted him."
Law's eyes dropped.