He leaned his head upon his hand again. "I had forgotten."
He spoke no more to me, and I was taken out of the place. "He will forgive me to-morrow," I said.
But, hidden away in a low lodging-house, I was too ill to stir for many days; then early one morning I found myself at the prison door again; it opened for me readily, and when it closed I found myself confronted by my doctor and some of his friends.
"I thought our patient would turn up sooner or later," he said. "How fortunate you should choose the time we are here!"
"I will go anywhere you will if you but let me see him once again," I cried; "only once till he forgives me. Let me go! I must!" I cried, fighting them. "I cannot live unless I get his pardon."
"You cannot see him," they said.
"But I will—I must!"
"You cannot—he was hanged this morning at seven."
