had not done so. The man who had told me he loved me was to be my husband, and none other. I had wronged him greatly, but I would not deceive him. I would explain to him all that was in my heart, and if he wanted to marry me still I would be his. There would of course be no question on that point. He loved me with unswerving devotion; he had himself said so. However unworthy I might be, he was too great, too noble to change; he would, indeed, save me from the great error I had been about to commit.
Therefore, when my sister enquired about the conversation we had had together, I replied that I was firm in my determination to marry him.
"I have understood," I continued, "that he has done no wrong in not marrying her."
"Do you also understand how deeply he loves you?"
"Yes, I understand it all now."
"Then you will have no further objections?"
"None."
My sister was greatly pleased with my reply and consoled herself with the thought that he would be back again in a week.
