"Yes, and you can pray with me to-morrow. I always ask repentance and remission of sins for him and for myself that I may see him once more and make him believe that I have forgiven him."
"Did you ever wish that you had been his wife and might have shared his exile?"
"Not at first; I was too indignant; I did not forgive him, at first; but since I have wished it; I know he has needed me."
"But he threw you off."
"No, he would not let me share his disgrace."
"He did not love you well enough to keep the disgrace from you, it seems," said John Holmes, bitterly.
"No, I could not keep him from sin. The love of a woman is not the love of God. I failed as many a woman has failed. But I did not desert him; I went—but he would not see me."
"He was sorry afterward, he tried to write to you, but he always broke down and could not go on; you were so young and he had been a shame to you."
"You never told me this before."
"Because I hated him, I hated my brother, for disgracing you and disgracing my mother and myself; I have grown forgiving since, since God has forgiven me. He said that last day that you must not forget him."