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"Promise me," said Father Dan, and though my face must have been
scarlet, I promised him.
"That's right. That alone will make him a better man. He may be all that
people say, but who can measure the miraculous influence of a good
woman?"
He was making for the door.
"I must go downstairs now and speak to your husband. But he'll agree.
Why shouldn't he? I know he's afraid of a public scandal, and if he
attempts to refuse I'll tell him that. . . . But no, that will be quite
unnecessary. Good-bye, my child! If I don't come back you'll know that
everything has been settled satisfactorily. You'll be happy yet. I'm
sure you will. Ah, what did I say about the mysterious power of that
solemn and sacred sacrament? Good-bye!"
I meant what I had said. I meant to do what I had promised. God knows I
did. But does a woman ever know her own heart? Or is heaven alone the
judge of it?
At four o'clock that afternoon my husband left Ellan for England. I went
with him.


FORTIETH CHAPTER

Having made my bargain I set myself to fulfil the conditions of it.


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