“Oh, my husband, has she taken your love from me?”
“Judge for yourself, Catherine, if there is no proof of my love for you in what I have resisted—and no remembrance of all that I owe to you in what I have confessed.”
She ventured a little nearer to him. “Can I believe you?”
“Put me to the test.”
She instantly took him at his word. “When Miss Westerfield has left us, promise not to see her again.”
“I promise.”
“And not even to write to her.”
“I promise.”
She went back to the writing-table. “My heart is easier,” she said, simply. “I can be merciful to her now.”
After writing a few lines, she rose and handed the paper to him. He looked up from it in surprise. “Addressed to Mrs. MacEdwin!” he said.