This was the first occasion on which I had seen them en tete-a-tete since my conversation with him.

She soon caught sight of me; averted her eyes; then, apparently abandoning herself to an impulse, she jumped up from her seat and came across to me.

We had not spoken to each other since the meeting in Venice.
'Alicia,' she said, sitting down by my side, 'Charles asks me to forgive you, and I do forgive you.' I pressed her hand, with tears in my eyes, and said, 'And do you forgive him ?' 'Yes,' said she, shyly.
'And what's the result ?' said I.
'We are to be married directly we reach home.' This was almost the whole of our conversation; she walked home with me, Charles following a little way behind, though she kept turning her head, as if anxious that he should overtake us.

'Honour and not love' seemed to ring in my ears.

So matters stand.