Kenyon bowed.
“There are a great many things, as I have had occasion to remark upon one or two previous occasions, that I do not understand in this case,” said he, smiling.
Again he saw hesitancy in her eyes; then she suddenly held out her hand.
“I ask your pardon,” she said, simply.
Quickly he took the hand; but his manner told her that he did not understand.
“For things that I have said, and things that I have done. I did not believe in you—then.”
“And now?” eagerly.
“I know you to be a brave man.”
A slight shadow came upon his face.
“There are many sorts of brave men,” he said. “Some of the greatest villains have been as courageous as lions.” She understood and hung her head. “Do you know,” he went on, “I think I have been much more generous than you in this matter. You have come upon some sort of evidence that has proven to you that I am not an out and out blackguard; and so, in part, you have repented your first opinion of me.”