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“
Forgive
me
—
do
forgive
me
,
”
he
said
.
She
stood
up
with
a
smiling
head
-
shake
.
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
not
so
often
that
people
try
to
give
me
any
pleasure
—
much
less
two
whole
days
of
it
!
I
sha
’
n
’
t
forget
how
kind
you
’
ve
been
.
I
shall
have
plenty
of
time
to
remember
.
But
this
is
good
-
bye
,
you
know
.
I
must
telegraph
at
once
to
say
I
’
m
coming
.
”
“
To
say
you
’
re
coming
?
Then
I
’
m
not
forgiven
?
”
“
Oh
,
you
’
re
forgiven
—
if
that
’
s
any
comfort
.
”
“
It
’
s
not
,
the
very
least
,
if
your
way
of
proving
it
is
to
go
away
!
”
She
hung
her
head
in
meditation
.
“
But
I
can
’
t
stay
.
—
How
can
I
stay
?
”
she
broke
out
,
as
if
arguing
with
some
unseen
monitor
.
“
Why
can
’
t
you
?
No
one
knows
you
’
re
here
.
.
.
.
No
one
need
ever
know
.
”
She
looked
up
,
and
their
eyes
exchanged
meanings
for
a
rapid
minute
.
Her
gaze
was
as
clear
as
a
boy
’
s
.
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
not
that
,
”
she
exclaimed
,
almost
impatiently
;
“
it
’
s
not
people
I
’
m
afraid
of
!
They
’
ve
never
put
themselves
out
for
me
—
why
on
earth
should
I
care
about
them
?
”
He
liked
her
directness
as
he
had
never
liked
it
before
.
“
Well
,
then
,
what
is
it
?
Not
me
,
I
hope
?
”
