“Does she forgive it now?”
“Yes. She has reached the stage when one may criticise him.”
“That means a complete cure, I suppose.”
“Far from it—resignation to the worst that can be said of his character. There is no cure possible then.”
“Have you had any conversation with Reckage?” he asked.
Sara coloured and put her fingers to her lips.
“Hush!” said she. “There's a deceptive quiet about him which puzzles me. But I don't think he is sorry to be rid of Agnes. A regiment of relatives drove him into the engagement. Now it has come to an end—let us thank God!”
“Your own conscience is easy, I take it?”
“You have no right to ask such a question—none at all.”
“Some men, you know, can be laughed out of their loves,” he continued.