She said: "I did save you from—that!"
"You did—God knows." He himself was trembling a little; his face had turned very white.
"Then—then——" she forced her courage—lifted her frightened eyes, braving mockery and misconstruction—"then—is there a chance of my—helping you—further?"
For a moment her flushed face and timid question perplexed him; then the quick blood reddened his face, and he stared at her in silence.
"I—I can't help it," she faltered. "I believe in you—and in—salvation. . . . Please don't say anything to—hurt me."
"No," he said, still staring, "no, of course not. And—and thank you. You are very kind. . . . You are very kind. . . . I suppose you heard somebody say—what I am."
"Yes. . . . But that was long ago."
"Oh, you knew—you have known—for some time?"
"Yes."
He sat thinking for a while.