"I ran right away to you.

I--I didn't feel safe any more." Merryon sat silent.

Somehow he could not stir up his anger against her, albeit his inner consciousness told him that she had been to blame; but for the first time his passion was cooled.

He held her without ardour, the while he wondered.
That night he awoke to the sound of her low sobbing at his side.

His heart smote him.