There was a look in his face that instantly quieted me. There was a tone
in his voice that brought the tears suddenly into my eyes.
"I must leave for England in two hours," he said. "Will you forgive me,
Madame Pratolungo, before I go?"
Only those words! And yet--if you had seen him, if you had heard him, as
he spoke them--you would have been ready as I was--not only to forgive
him--but to go to the ends of the earth with him; and you would have told
him so, as I did.
In two hours more, we were in the train, on our way to England.