"Would that we had never met!" said Hugh, in a low voice.
"That was a lie with which you parted me from my husband," she said.
"It was—God forgive me."
"And you knew it was a lie?" said Greta.
"I knew it was a lie."
"Then where is your shame, that you can look me in the face? Have you no shame?" she said.
"Have you no pity?" said Hugh.
"What pity had you for me? Have you not done me wrong enough already?"
"God knows it is true. And He knows I am a miserable man. Have pity and forgive me, and say farewell!"
Something of contrition in the tone touched her. She was silent.