"At the races?"
"He saw you there. Something of the old fascination you exercise over him came back, and for a moment he wavered in his desire for revenge."
He saw a faint smile steal over her face.
"He told you this?"
"Yes, and more; but I have said enough."
"You have indeed. You have brought a terrible indictment against me, Mr. Rolfe; if it were true I ought to die of shame and remorse, but it is not true, not all of it," she said.
"Lenise, look at me. Do you love me after all I have said?"
"I do. Nothing you can say or do will ever alter that."
"And you will marry me?" he asked. "It is a strange wooing."
"I will be your wife. You will save me from him; you will try and persuade him I am not deserving of a terrible revenge," she said.