I shall never be pardoned until I have--somehow--expiated my sin." "Stella! Stella!" He broke in upon her sharply.

"You are talking wildly.
Your sin, as you call it, was at the most no more than a bad mistake.
Can't you put it from you ?--get above it?
Have you no faith?
I thought all women had that." She looked at him strangely.

"I wasn't brought up to believe in God," she said.

"At least not personally, not intimately.

Were you ?" "Yes," he said.
"Ah!" Her eyes widened a little.