"Nothing more?"
"No; nothing. He will know———"
"But———"
She turned her face to him in the full moonlight, with the tears of her joy coursing down her cheeks, and he started at the change in her that this one night of suffering had wrought.
"No, say nothing more. But—but—you shall see what my atonement shall be, and my thankfulness."
Then she went away from him softly in the darkness and the fragrance of the April night. The Duc looked after the lights of her carriage with a mist over his own eyes, but he shrugged his shoulders with a sigh.
"Who can ever say that he knows a woman! Who can ever predcit what she will not say, or will not do, or will not be!" he murmured, as he turned and went within to watch beside the bed of his friend, as the stars grew clearer and the dawn approached.
