"You and I, Monsieur Chauvelin, have so little to say to one another." "Very little indeed," he rejoined quietly; "the triumphant and happy have ever very little to say to the humiliated and the defeated.

But I had hoped that Lady Blakeney in the midst of her victory would have spared one thought of pity and one of pardon." "I did not know that you had need of either from me, Monsieur." "Pity perhaps not, but forgiveness certainly." "You have that, if you so desire it." "Since I failed, you might try to forget." "That is beyond my power.

But believe me, I have ceased to think of the infinite wrong which you tried to do to me." "But I failed," he insisted, "and I meant no harm to YOU." "To those I care for, Monsieur Chauvelin." "I had to serve my country as best I could.

I meant no harm to your brother.

He is safe in England now.