"You are appealing to a nobility and goodness which are not in me," she said, stubbornly.
"I appeal to nothing but your love. If you really love him you will forgive him."
"He has broken my heart."
"I thought that was it. It is yourself you are thinking of. But what is he suffering at this moment? You do not know or care. Where is he now, that poor man who loves you? Rachel, if you had ever known despair, you would not thrust a fellow creature down into it."
"I have known it," said Rachel, hoarsely.
"Were not you deserted once? You were deserted to very little purpose, if after that you can desert another. Go back in your mind, and—remember. Where you stood once he stands now. You and his sin have put him there. You and his sin have tied him to his stake. Will you range yourself for ever on the side of his sin? Will you stand by and see him perish?"
Silence; like the silence round a death-bed.
"He is in a great strait. Only love can save him."
Rachel flung out her arms with an inarticulate cry.
"I will forgive him," she said. "I will forgive him."