"You want it back again?" he asked.
"Yes—and your promise not to use it. There is nothing to be gained by exposing him, except a scandal, which must, necessarily, drag me in."
"You have changed your mind since last night," he commented.
"I have," she answered. "In less than two weeks he will have sailed.—So, let it rest—it will profit nothing."
He unlocked a drawer, took out Lady Catherwood's letter, and handed it to her.
A glad smile came to her face.
"Thank you, sir! oh, thank you!" and she bent, and brushed his cheek, lightly, with her lips.
He reached up, and drew her down on the arm of his chair.
"And have you no other reason, my dear?" he asked.
"No!" with a shake of her pretty head.—"No other reason."