She lifted her head proudly.
"It is the best one can give after love has been killed."
"Has Tristram killed your love, Anne?"
She met his stern gaze unflinchingly.
"He has done something I can't forget. I have forgiven it, but I know now how wide the gulf is between us and now I can't ever forget it. That's all I can tell you."
"Anne—Anne—we must judge gently——"
"I don't judge any one but myself," she answered. "I see that I have been most to blame. I made a great mistake and I accept the consequences. I am going back to my husband."
"Going back to him?" he echoed heavily.
She nodded.
"I can do nothing here. My father's condition is unchanged. Dr. Martin is staying on, but he believes that the operation has failed. At any rate, I shall be within reach and my place is at my husband's side. I see that in many ways I could have done more to help him. Now I mean to share his life—to stand by him. I am going to Heerut."