to do with her character and
goodness, as revealed by closer observation. 'Love talks with better
knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.'"

"That's out of 'Measure for Measure,'" said she, slyly.

"Oh yes--I meant it as a citation," blandly replied Fitzpiers. "Well,
then, why not give me a very little bit of your heart again?"

The crash of a felled tree in the remote depths of the wood recalled
the past at that moment, and all the homely faithfulness of
Winterborne. "Don't ask it! My heart is in the grave with Giles," she
replied, stanchly.

"Mine is with you--in no less deep a grave, I fear, according to that."

"I am very sorry; but it cannot be helped."

"How can you be sorry for me, when you wilfully keep open the grave?"

"Oh no--that's not so," returned Grace, quickly, and moved to go away
from him.

"But, dearest Grace," said he, "you have condescended to come; and I
thought from it that perhaps when I had passed through a long state of
probation you would be generous. But if there can be no hope of our
getting completely reconciled, treat me gently--wretch though I am."

"I did not say you were a wretch, nor have I ever said so."

"But you have such a contemptuous way of looking at me that I fear you
think so."

Grace's heart struggled between the wish not to be harsh and the fear
that she might mislead him. "I cannot look contemptuous unless I feel
contempt," she said, evasively. "And all I feel is lovelessness."

"I have been very bad, I know," he returned. "But unless you can
really love me again, Grace, I would rather go away from you forever.
I don't want you to receive me again for duty's sake, or anything of
that sort. If I had not cared more for your affection and forgiveness
than my own personal comfort, I should never have come back here. I
could have obtained a practice at a distance, and have lived my own
life without coldness or reproach. But I have chosen to return to the
one spot on earth where my name is tarnished--to enter the house of a
man from whom I have had worse treatment than from any other man
alive--all for you!"

This was undeniably true, and it had its weight with Grace, who began
to look as if she thought she had been shockingly severe.

"Before you go," he continued, "I want to know your pleasure about
me--what you wish me to do, or not to do."

"You are independent of me, and it seems a mockery to ask that. Far be
it from me to advise. But I will th