Quickly, quickly and low, as one might confess a crime, Phil spoke:
“Yes, I was wrong—yes, I promised. I ask pardon, Helia! How I shall thank God if he will let you live, that I may blot out my fault!”
“Oh, Phil!” murmured Helia.
“I love you still,” said Phil; “and you shall be my wife. You will see how happy we shall be—Helia, forgive me!”
“‘My people await their duchess’”
“Let me kiss your lips!” said Helia.
Ethel had drawn near, followed by Caracal. There was a strange light in her eyes.