“Perhaps he did.”
“I don’t wish to blame you, but knowing what has happened and the desperate character of the man, was it right to let your wife travel alone?”
“Perhaps it was not right. But it didn’t occur to me.”
When they entered the room, Floyd stood quietly at the door. The priest went to Julie and took her hand.
“Julie, you must ask your husband to forgive you.”
The answer came again:
“I will not. I belong to Martin; I will never leave him!”
The priest’s wrath was terrible. He stormed, threatened, pleaded—she must go with her husband; there must be no scandal. She must go home to her child.
Floyd was white to the lips—Mary couldn’t bear it. She rushed out of the room....
The pastor came up the terrace; Father Cabello went out to meet him and brought him in. He spoke quietly, with deep feeling.