What could it matter now, that the world should think her fallen from her maiden estate?
The world was nothing to her, surely.

It held nothing, it meant nothing, it was nothing.

Her world had been her lover, and he lay dead in his room.

In heaven, he knew that she was innocent, as he was himself, and he would see that she was going to accuse herself that she might save her father.

In heaven, he had forgiven his murderer, and he would understand.