It was for Miriam that I took on myself the forged cheque.

I--cared for her once; I thought I was in love with her.

I thought so until that night you came to me and stood like an angel of rescue between me and a shameful death.

As to Miriam's husband----" Derrick paused and, looking down at her steadily, laid his hand on her shoulder with an almost masterful pressure.
"-- There must be nothing more said about him between us two, Celia," he continued, with solemnity in his voice and manner.

"He is gone; let him go and take the past with him.