for my sake, Terence, if you love me, oh, for my sake, Terence!"

"For honour's sake, I must," he answered her. "And for the sake
of Sylvia and of Tremayne, whom I have wronged, and - "

"Not for my sake, Terence," Sylvia interrupted him.

He looked at her, and then at Tremayne.

"And you, Ned - what do you say?" he asked.

"Ned could not wish - " began her ladyship.

"Please let him speak for himself, my dear," her husband
interrupted her.

"What can I say?" cried Tremayne, with a gesture that was almost
of anger. "How can I advise? I scarcely know. You realise
what you must face if you confess?"

"Fully, and the only part of it I shrink from is the shame and
scorn I have deserved. Yet it is inevitable. You agree, Ned?"

"I am not sure. None who understands as I understand can feel
anything but regret. Oh, I don't know. The evidence of what you
suspected was overwhelming, and it betrayed you into this mistake.
The punishment you would have to face is surely too heavy, and you
have suffered far more already than you can ever be called upon to
suffer again, no matter what is done to you. Oh, I don't know!
The problem is too deep for me. There is Una to be considered,