The charges which he made against her were all true.

They seemed at least to be true to her then in her present mood,--in that mood in which all that she now desired was his forgiveness.

The wish to defend herself, and to stand before him as one justified, had gone from her.

She felt that having still possessed his love, having still been the owner of the one thing that she valued, she had ruined herself by her own doubts; and she could not forgive herself the fatal blunder.

'It is of no use to think of it any more,' he said at last.