He was looking into himself.

And from that questioning he gathered not only that he loved her, but that he loved her so well and so truly that--in spite even of all that was passed--he must do her will, and deliver up to her the man she loved.
His resolve was but half taken when he heard her stirring in the room behind him.

He turned sharply to find that she had gained the door.
"Mademoiselle!" he called after her.

She stopped, and as she turned, he observed that her lashes were wet.

But in her heart there arose now a fresh hope, awakened by the name by which he had recalled her.