She said, seeing his troubled expression: "I'm sorry I spoke that way."
"I knew how you must feel, anyway."
"It seems ungrateful," she murmured. "I love my step-father."
"You've proven that," he remarked with a dry humour that brought the hot flush to her face again.
"I must have been crazy that day," she said. "It scares me to remember what I tried to do. … What a frightful thing — if I had killed you — How can you forgive me?"
"How can you forgive me, Eve?"
She turned her head: "I do."
"Entirely?"
"Yes."
He said, — a slight emotion noticeable in his voice: "Well, I forgave you before the darned gun exploded in our hands."