Anxious and pale, it was turned towards me; her clear, dark eyes were fixed on mine with a gaze so intensely earnest that they bound me like a spell.
'Have you looked it over ?' she murmured.

The spell was broken.
'I've read it through,' said I, advancing into the room,--'and I want to know if you'll forgive me--if you can forgive me ?' She did not answer, but her eyes glistened, and a faint red mantled on her lip and cheek.

As I approached, she abruptly turned away, and went to the window.

It was not in anger, I was well assured, but only to conceal or control her emotion.

I therefore ventured to follow and stand beside her there,--but not to speak.