"By finding out Fahey and discovering whence my husband got his money. Then, if I may return it without disgracing his name or exposing him, I will, and if not----"
"Well, Marion, if not?"
"I shall put an end to my knowledge and myself, and so keep his grave quiet and silent for him."
"Marion, this is sheer madness."
"So much the better. If I do wrong in an access of insanity, no moral blame attaches to me or my act. Will you help me? Once upon a time I could have counted on your aid."
"At that time you held out the promise of a glorious reward. Do you hold it out still, Marion?"
"No. That thought must be put to rest for ever. You may think it monstrous that such being my mind, I should deliberately seek you and ask for your help. But I have no future, and you are all that is left to me of the past----"
"Marion, Marion, for Heaven's sake don't say it is too late!" he cried, passionately, and advanced a step towards her.
She retired two steps, and made an imperative gesture, bidding him stand still.
"Stay where you are and listen to me. To quote again from the poem you quoted awhile ago, 'My youth,' she said, 'was blighted with a curse.'"