'You do not care for me, then. Is that what you mean?'

She gave him no answer, but her steadfast eyes looked into his and their
light was cold, there was no glimmer of affection in them.

'You never loved me, Chris?'

She continued silent; she had wrought herself to a certain point, to what
she believed to be a duty, and she could only maintain the tension by
exerting all her energies.

'What have I done to be treated like this?' he continued. 'I did all I
could to spare you. I would have spared him, too, if it'd been in my
power.'

'You were generous. Yes, you did all you could; for that I will be
grateful to you all my life.'

'And I love you--I love you! I want love, not gratitude, Chris--your
love.'

'You must forget me!

He approached her more closely, and his voice had lost its pleading tone.

'On the night of the arrest,' he said, 'you told me you had deceived
all--lied to all; did you lie to me?'

He paused for a reply, but she did not speak, and he continued fiercely: