"God forbid!" "Ay, but men allow!" she answered drearily.

"What if I was mad last night, and in my madness denied my Maker?
I am sane to-day, but I must burn, if it be known! I must burn!" "Not by my mouth!" he cried, his brow damp with sweat.

"Never, I swear it! If there be guilt, on my head be the guilt!" "You mean it?
You mean that ?" she said.
"I do." "You will be silent ?" "I will." Her lips parted, hope in her eyes shone--hope which showed how deep her despair had been.

"And you will ask no questions ?" she whispered.
"I will ask no questions," he answered.

He stifled a sigh.
She drew a deep breath of relief, but she did not thank him.