At length she saw them--Valentine in her white morning dress, her beautiful face full of deep, earnest emotion, and Ronald by her side.

As she surmised, they walked straight to the trees, and Valentine signed to Ronald to take a seat by her side.

Sweetly and clearly every word she uttered sounded to Ronald, but they fell like drops of molten lead on the jealous heart of Ronald's wife.
"You must try," Valentine was saying; "I used to think you would be a hero.

You are proving yourself a very weak and erring man." Dora could not distinguish Ronald's words so plainly; he said something about life and its mistakes.
"I told you once," said Valentine, "that the man who could endure so bravely the consequences of his own actions was a true hero.

Grant the worst--that you have made a mistake.