CHAPTER XXIV.
WHEN it was over and Mr. Forbes and his wife had returned to the hotel, she put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
“Tell me,” she said imperiously; “have you really forgiven me? I have almost been sure at times that you had. I have felt it. But you have not been quite your old dear self. I want to hear you say again that you forgive me, and it is the last time that I shall refer to the subject.”
“Yes,” he said, adjusting a lock that had fallen over her ear, “I have forgiven you, of course. We are to live the rest of our lives together. I am not so unwise, I hope, as to nurse offended pride and resentment.”
The colour left her face. She came closer.
“Tell me!” she said, her voice vibrating. “Won’t it ever be quite the same again? Is that what you mean?”
He took her in his arms and laid his cheek against hers. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, “I don’t know.”
THE END.