why should that confession be made? What good would it do? The expression on Elisabeth's face told him that she would forgive anything. Why should she not continue to believe in the man she loved? He suddenly stepped into the clearing. Elisabeth and Verrell started to their feet.
"So you have found each other?" said Hepworth.
The three stood looking into each other's faces. A moment that seemed a lifetime passed. Then Elisabeth, womanly-quick to see the pain in Hepworth's face, came to his side and laid her hand on his arm.
"Oh," she said, her face full of divine compassion. "I am sorry, I am so sorry. You have been so good, so kind to me. But,"—she turned to Verrell with a wonderful look of love and pride—"he is my husband."
Hepworth gave her hand a quick, strong grip.
"Yes," he said. "I know. Say no more,
