"Even that is unforgettable."
"But it is not unforgiveable," he pleaded.
She shook her head, and moved on, slowly.
"But it is not unforgiveable," he repeated.
"No, it is not unforgiveable," she said; "but—we will say no more about it, for the present. Whether I can forgive you, will depend on the future—there is still another matter which will require explanation," and she looked at him, thoughtfully.
"Another matter?" he interrogated—"that requires explanation, from me?"
"I think so."
"And will it call for your forgiveness, too?"
"I cannot answer," she said.