THEY STOOD TOGETHER ON A PRECIPICE.
"I thought when I came here ... but it is no matter."
"Tell me, I beg of you."
He was trying to look into her face again, and she was eluding his gaze as before, but now for another, a sweeter reason.
"I thought if—if you would come to my house when my friends are there, your presence as my guest, in the midst of those in whose eyes you have injured me, might be sufficient of itself to wipe out everything. But...."
"Is that all?" he said.
"Then you are not afraid?"
"Afraid?"