"
Ashe threw up his hands in a melancholy gesture. The Dean understood it
to mean a disbelief in the ability of the person promising to keep such
an engagement. His face flushed--he looked uncertainly at Ashe.
"For my part," he said, quickly, "I am not going to advise you for a
moment to trust to any such promise."
Rising from his seat, Ashe began to pace the room. The Dean followed him
with his eyes, which kindled more and more.
"But," he resumed, "I none the less urge and implore you to grant Lady
Kitty's prayer."
Ashe slightly shook his head. The little Dean drew himself together.
"May I speak to you--with a full frankness? I have known and loved you
from a boy. And"--he stopped a moment, then said, simply--"I am a
Christian minister."
Ashe, with a sad and charming courtesy, laid his hand on the old man's
arm.
"I can only be grateful to you," he said, and stood waiting.
"At least you will understand me," said the Dean. "You are not one of
the small souls. Well--here it is! Lady Kitty has been an unfaithful
wife. She does not attempt to deny or cover it. But in my belief she
loves you still, and has always loved you.
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