Turning upon her, Treherne showed her a countenance full of suffering
and sincerity, of resignation and resolve, as he said earnestly, "I do
mean it; prove me in any way you please. I am not a bad fellow, Aunt,
and I desire to be better. Since my misfortune I've had time to test
many things, myself among others, and in spite of many faults, I do
cherish the wish to keep my soul honest and true, even though my body be
a wreck. It is easy to say these things, but in spite of temptation, I
think I can stand firm, if you trust me."

"My dear boy, I do trust you, and thank you gratefully for this
frankness. I never forget that I owe Jasper's life to you, and never
expect to repay that debt. Remember this when I seem cold or unkind, and
remember also that I say now, had you been spared this affliction, I
would gladly have given you my girl. But--"

"But, Aunt, hear one thing," broke in Treherne. "They tell me that any
sudden and violent shock of surprise, joy, or sorrow may do for me what
they hope time will achieve. I said nothing of this, for it is but a
chance; yet, while there is any hope, need I utterly renounce Octavia?"

"It is hard to refuse, and yet I cannot think it wise to build upon a
chance so slight. Once let her have you, and both are made unhappy, if
the hope fail. No, Maurice, it is better to be generous, and leave her
free to make her own happiness elsewhere. Annon loves her, she is
heart-whole, and will soon learn to love him, if you are silent. My poor
boy, it seems cruel, but I must say it."

"Shall I go away, Aunt?" was all his answer, very firmly uttered, though
his lips were white.