Her hand shook as it played with a leaf she had picked.

He saw it, and his face expressed that utter subjection, that slavish devotion, which had done so much to win her.

"I see something has happened.

Do you suppose I can be at peace, knowing you have a trouble I am not sharing? Tell me, for God's sake," he repeated imploringly.

"Yes, I shan't be able to forgive him if he does not realize all the gravity of it.