But if the storm blow over, in such case I would rather that we should remain as we are.' Norman talked of forgiveness, and accused himself of no want of charity in this respect.

He had no idea that his own heart was still hard as the nether millstone against Alaric Tudor.

But yet such was the truth.

His money he could give; he could give also his time and mind, he could lend his best abilities to rescue his former friend and his own former love from misfortune.

He could do this, and he thought therefore that he was forgiving; but there was no forgiveness in such assistance.