“Why?”
“To see him.”
“But he maligned, he lied—”
“He is hurt, and why should I hate him? You did not believe. Will you take me back with you?”
“You know I will.”
Helen, watching from the upper window, saw them drive away together, never had they seemed better friends. The cloud had passed completely away, and so too had all Helen’s plans; yet she did not know it.
CHAPTER XLVII
“AS WE FORGIVE—”
Slotman opened dazed eyes and looked up into a face that might well have been the face of an angel, so soft, so pitying, so tender was its expression.
“Joan!” he whispered.