No! you cannot forgive _for her_, and you ought not." "Child," I answered, sadly enough, for my conscience was as ill at ease as hers, with deeper cause, "I don't tell you that your jealousy was not foolish and your petulance culpable; but I do say that neither Eveena nor I have the heart--perhaps I have not even the right--to blame you.

It is true that I love Eveena as I can love no other in this world or my own.

How well she deserves that love none but I can know.

So loving her, I would not willingly have brought any other woman into a relation which could make her dependent upon or desirous of such love as I cannot give.

You know how this relation to you and the others was forced upon me.