“Yes. To all things.”
She went close to him.
“That is not true,” she said. “You are befriending me now, yet you distrust me.”
“I? No! You are thinking of that wretched trial!” He spoke with extreme agitation. “But I have heard all.”
“All?”
“Yes! All. And if ever a man craved another’s pardon upon his knees, I crave yours.”
“All?” repeated she faintly. She seemed to have heard that one word only.
“Yes,” said he. He let his voice sink to a whisper, he leaned toward her. “Who killed De Mürger?” asked he.
“It is true!” said he presently, when she had told him all. “It is true that the world still produces heroines. It is now more imperative than ever that Lord Francis should be found.”