"Forgive him, Valentine."
"Yes, if you wish it. Lie still, darling."
"Valentine—that money."
"I know about it—that blood-money. The price of your precious life. It shall be paid back at once."
"Then God will forgive me. I thank Him, unspeakably."
"Gerald, you are very weak. I can scarcely hear your words. Does it tire you dreadfully to talk? See, I will hold your hand; when you are too tired to speak your fingers can press mine. Gerald, you were outside our house on Tuesday night. Yes, I feel the pressure of your hand; you were there. Gerald, you were very unhappy that night."
"But not now, darling," replied Wyndham. He had found his voice; his words came out with sudden strength and joy. "I made a mistake that night, wife. I won't tell it to you. I made a mistake."
"And you are really quite, quite happy now."
"Happy! Sorrow is put behind me—the former things are done away."
"You will be happier still when you come home to baby and me."