He was only now going through the same agony his friend must have done, and he had a stronger motive to help him, in the wish to secure the joy of this adored woman, whereas Michael knew he was condemning her to sorrow as well as himself, and had been strong enough to do it simply from honor and friendship.

No, he had no right to think of him as brutal or not fine; and now it was for him, Henry, to bring back happiness to his darling and to his old friend.
He sat down in a chair beside the fire and set himself to think.

To have to take some decided course came as a relief.

He would go out into the village and telegraph to Michael to come to Heronac at once.

He was in Paris, staying at the Ritz, he knew; he could be there to-morrow--on Christmas Day! Surely that was well, when peace and good-will towards men should be over all the earth--and he, Henry, would meet him at the house of the Pere Anselme and explain all to him, and then take him back to Sabine.