I did wrong to consent to it, I will do wrong no more.

Your mother is right, Alfred.

After what has happened, I am not fit to be your wife until my innocence is proved.

It is not proved yet." The angry color began to rise in his face once more.

"Take care," he said; "I am not in a humor to be trifled with." "I am not trifling with you," she answered, in low, sad tones.
"You really mean what you say ?" "I mean it." "Don't be obstinate, Isabel.