“You are mistaken,” she said gravely; “Emilio no longer loves me.”
“Really?” he asked anxiously.
“Really.”
“Is he not an impassioned lover, an enamoured husband, and a tender friend?”
“None of these things, Provana.”
“What is he, then?”
“An enemy perhaps,” she replied softly.
“But hasn’t he pardoned you?”
“He has pardoned me, yes. He has pardoned me, but nothing more.”
“I never would have believed it,” he said thoughtfully.