7/15 I have truly mourned for you, John Wayland. I lost all power, all desire tor resistance, when I saw you stricken from your horse, and often since my eyes have been moist in thoughts of you. No doubt 't was but the sudden reaction from seeing you again alive that made me so forgetful of these dread surroundings as to smile. I beg you to forgive me; it was not heartlessness, but merely the way of a thoughtless girl, Monsieur." It had been impossible for me to resist her cajolery from the beginning; and now I read in her eyes the truth of all she spoke. "But are you quite alone here, and without guards ?" "For the present, yes. |