"A penny for your thoughts," he said.
"Oh, Everard, I want you to do something," she returned, laying her hand on his arm.
"What is it, dearest?" he inquired.
"I feel so unhappy about Louis. I wish so much that you would write and say that we forgive him."
Everard was silent, and his face became very stern.
"If you would, I should be so glad."
"You ask too much," he said.
"Only what is right."
"Right perhaps, but hard—very hard."
"Oh, do," she pleaded, raising her blue eyes to his so earnestly. "Oh, Everard, it is not the way for us to be happy, to be unforgiving. I should be so miserable: day by day watching the blue waters, knowing that I had left any one in anger or ill-feeling. Oh, Everard, you will forgive him!"