Natalia listened intently. Not an inflection of his voice escaped her. When he finished she met his eyes resolutely.
"It was not your fault. You did not do it intentionally. It was self defence."
"But I knew I was going to kill him. I knew it all the time."
"Yes, but you had to! No one could blame you! You are as innocent as I! The law will protect you."
Morgan gazed at her a long time in silence.
"Natalia,—help me to do what is right. It rests with you to make it easier for me. Don't come back here any more after to-night. Don't let me see you again. This must be the last time, dear."
He went to the cot where she still sat and looked down into her eyes.
"I am going away if I am liberated, and I am never going to see you again. It is the only way I can prove my love to you,—the only thing that would be just to you."
Natalia's eyes wavered from his burning glance. Suddenly she rose and went to the door, her face illumined by a wonderful smile.
"Where are you going, Natalia," Morgan exclaimed.