[He sinks into a chair.
[Enter Marguerite. She comes down slowly.]
Mar. Manuel!
Man. Marguerite!
Mar. Hush! move not, nor speak till you have heard me. I am here to ask forgiveness.
Man. Forgiveness?
Mar. Now, now, I know your truth, too late, oh, Heavens! too late late I know your pure, unselfish heart. You bore suspicion, insult, scorn, but I believed you not. How nobly you risked life for honor; yet I believed you not.
Man. At last then—
Mar. At last, conviction came; that letter you mislaid—
Man. Relating to my sister—