"You go to Varenac?"
"At once, Mademoiselle."
"Your enemies are there."
"They will be kinder than my friends—or those I dared to hope might be my friends. But I understand——"
"You understand?"
"That it is too late—there is no forgiveness for sin meditated."
"No forgiveness?"
Her lips were quivering, her eyes full of tears. All the hardness had gone from the little face which was raised to his.
Morice was trembling, less from weakness now than the hope with which those eyes inspired him.
"You believe me?"