She will bear that name to-morrow.

I owe you a confession before leaving you, in her honour and to my humiliation.

I had contracted a debt of honour, and I had nothing wherewith to pay it.
There was but an hour left--an hour, and then my life and my honour would have been gone together." Vjera looked up into his face with a pitiful entreaty, but he would go on.
"She saved me, gentlemen," he continued.

"She cut off her beautiful hair from her head, and sold it for me.

But that is not the reason why she is to be my wife.