He turned once more to the faithful friend who had forgiven him.

His head fell on Julian's shoulder, and he burst into tears.
Mercy started wildly to her feet, and looked at the two men.
"O God" she cried, "what have I done!" Julian quieted her by a motion of his hand.
"You have helped me to save him," he said.

"Let his tears have their way.

Wait." He put one arm round Horace to support him.

The manly tenderness of the action, the complete and noble pardon of past injuries which it implied, touched Mercy to the heart.