"In sackcloth and ashes."
"Then I forgive you," she cried, with a laugh, releasing her hand and rising, "but on one condition."
"Name it."
"That from this hour you be your old self, without restraint, and let me be mine."
"I promise faithfully."
"Then, you can help me down that steep companion-way and I'll go to bed."
He held her hand with firm grasp as she picked her way down the steps. Her eyes looked straight into the depths of his as her face almost touched him. He was sure that she had felt the mad impulse to take her in his arms that quivered in every nerve and muscle of his body, for his hand trembled and she smiled.
At her stateroom door she paused, smiled again and said:
"Good night."
His answer was very low.