As she spoke slowly, Wickersham put in one more nail.
"Of course, you know there must be a witness to a marriage," he said. "If there be such a witness, let K---- let those who are engaged in defaming me produce him."
"No, no," said Mrs. Lancaster, quickly. "Mr. Rimmon's statement--I think I owe you an apology for what I said. Of course, it appeared incredible; but something occurred--I can't tell you--I don't want to tell you what--that shocked me very much, and I suppose I judged too hastily and harshly. You must forget what I said, and forgive me for my injustice."
"Certainly I will," he said earnestly.
The revulsion in her belief inclined her to be kinder toward him than she had been in a long time.
The change in her manner toward him made Wickersham's heart begin to beat. He leant over and took her hand.
"Won't you give me more than justice, Alice?" he began. "If you knew how long I have waited--how I have hoped even against hope--how I have always loved you--" She was so taken aback by his declaration that for a moment she did not find words to reply, and he swept on: "--you would not be so cold--so cruel to me. I have always thought you the most beautiful--the most charming woman in New York."
She shook her head. "No, you have not."
"I have; I swear I have! Even when I have hung around--around other women, I have done so because I saw you were taken up with--some one else. I thought I might find some one else to supplant you, but never for one moment have I failed to acknowledge your superiority--"
"Oh, no; you have not. How can you dare to tell me that!" she smiled, recovering her self-possession.