"If Mr. Dumont is disposed to repent of the injury he has done his
niece, and make atonement for it, I should, by all means, advise her to
follow the course which, I am sure, her gentle nature suggests. 'To err
is human; to forgive, divine.' The lady is a Christian, and will act in
the true spirit of Christianity."
"I trust she will," responded De Guy, meekly; "I trust she will, and,
with all convenient haste, try to mitigate his distress."
"I will! I will!" exclaimed Emily.
"Perhaps you will accompany me, as your uncle suggests," insinuated De
Guy.
"There is certainly no need of such haste as this," said the doctor.
"Her uncle may change his mind."
"Then his penitence is not sincere, and he cannot be trusted."
"I should scarcely call it penitence, sir, since it is only the fear of
discovery which has driven him to this step," said the attorney,
branching off in to a new school of ethics.
"I can go in a few days," said Emily. "Captain Carroll, you think, is
out of danger now?"
De Guy started, and a scowl of the deepest malignity overshadowed his
countenance, which had before been that of a meek and truthful man.
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