In an instant the mockery in him was quenched in contrition.
"Lord, what a beast I am, Aline!" he cried, as he advanced.

"Forgive me if you can." Almost had she turned to sue forgiveness from him.

But his contrition removed the need.
"I'll try," said she, "provided that you undertake not to offend again." "But I shall," said he.

"I am like that.

I will fight to save you, from yourself if need be, whether you forgive me or not." They were standing so, confronting each other a little breathlessly, a little defiantly, when the others issued from the porch.
First came the Marquis of La Tour d'Azyr, Count of Solz, Knight of the Orders of the Holy Ghost and Saint Louis, and Brigadier in the armies of the King.