Why should I hate you who have been so helpless and so courteous to me ?" and she bent the knee to him a little.
"Why indeed?
especially as I am also grateful to you who have nursed me back to life.

But then, why hide the truth from a helpless man ?" Inez glanced about her; the room was empty now.

She bent over him and whispered: "Have you never been forced to hide the truth?
No, I read it in your face, and you are not a woman--an erring woman." They looked into each other's eyes a while, then Peter asked: "Is the Dona Margaret really dead ?" "I do not know," she answered; "I was told so." And as though she feared lest she should betray herself, Inez turned and left him quickly.
The days went by, and through the slow degrees of convalescence Peter grew strong again.

But they brought him no added knowledge.

He did not know where he dwelt or why he was there.