But there are other things you have not told me, Major Mallett--other things that George Lechmere has told me.

Did you think that it would have been of no interest to me to know that you had forgiven the man who tried to take your life; and, more than that, had restored his self respect, taken him as your servant, treated him as a friend ?" The tears stood in her eyes now.
"Don't you think, Frank, that was a thing that I might have been interested to know--a thing that would raise you immeasurably in the eyes of a woman--that would show her vastly more of your real character than she could know by meeting you from day to day as a friend ?" "It was his secret and not mine, Bertha.

It was known to but him and me.

Never was a man more repentant or more bitterly regretful for a fault--that was in my eyes scarcely a fault at all--except that he had too rashly assumed me to be the author of the ruin of the girl he loved.

The poor fellow had been half maddened, and was scarce responsible for his actions.