She halted him again, and “You said,” she grieved, “that you doubted me; you said that I had made your life a”—
“Yes, I said that; I know it,” answered Ferris.
“You thought I could be such a false and cruel girl as that!”
“Yes, yes: I thought it all, God help me!”
“When I was only sorry for him, when it was you that I”—
“Oh, I know it,” answered Ferris in a heartsick, hopeless voice. “He knew it, too. He told me so the day before he died.”
“And didn’t you believe him?”
Ferris could not answer.
“Do you believe him now?”
“I believe anything you tell me. When I look at you, I can’t believe I ever doubted you.”