“Oh, this is impossible!” said Farley, with distress in his eyes.
“I don’t wonder you think so,” Briggs replied, smiling faintly. For several moments they stood without speaking. Farley showed in his face that he was running rapidly over everything in the past. The puzzled expression gave place to a look of disappointment and pain.
“Does Mrs. Briggs know of this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And she—?” He stopped.
“I don’t wonder that you can’t say it, Farley. No, she hasn’t forgiven me. She never will. Now what do you propose to do about it?”
Farley did not stir. His face grew pale. “Nothing,” he said at last.
“Of course, I can’t expect to have your confidence again,” Briggs went on, in a low voice.
“Why not? It seems to me you have a greater claim on it now than ever.”
“Do you mean to say that you can have any respect for me after what I’ve told you?” Briggs asked.