"
"The evidence is against him," I answered, drily.
"Many innocent persons have suffered because it was," she said, with
confidence.
"You are infatuated," I answered, roughly. And then my heart sent up an
exceeding great and bitter cry: "Ideala! Ideala! how did it ever come
to this?"
She was silent. But her eyes were bright once more, her figure was
erect, there was new life in her--I could see that--and never a doubt.
She was satisfied. She was happy.
"Must I give you up?" she said at last, tentatively.
"No, you must give him up," I answered.
"Ah, that is impossible!" she cried. "We were made for each other. We
cannot live apart."
"Ideala," I exclaimed, exasperated, "he never believed in you. He
thought you were as so many women of our set are, and he showed it, if
only you could have understood, when you saw him at the Hospital on
that last occasion. You felt that there was some change, as you say
yourself, and that was it. You talked to him of truth then, and it
irritated him as the devil quoting Scripture might be supposed to
irritate; and when you went back again he showed what he thought of you
by his unexplained absence.
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