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You have made me as happy as it is now possible for me to become. It is like going back to heaven, after a long absence, to know that she was pure that I was not deceived in her. O Margie! Margie! my wronged Margie! God forgive me for indulging such a thought of you!" Castrani's hard face softened a little, as he witnessed the utter abandonment of the proud man before him.
Margie turned suddenly upon him, and regarded him searchingly. "Why do you evade answering my questions, Mr. Castrani? It is natural that I should want to hear something of the home from which I have been so long away, is it not? Why do you refuse to satisfy my reasonable curiosity on that subject?" Castrani's handsome face clouded he looked at her with tender pity in his eyes.
It was the very day following that on which he had been an unwilling listener to the difficulty between Mr. and Mrs. Trevlyn. He knew from whom the summons came. Once before he had been suddenly called in like manner. A wretched woman she was now but once the belle and beauty of the fair Cuban town where Castrani's childhood and youth had been spent.
Show him to me, and by Heaven, his blood shall wipe out the stain!" All Trevlyn's pride and passion left him. His face lost its rigid tenseness, his eyes grew moist. He forgave Castrani's insults, because he told him Margaret was pure. He put out his hands, and grasped those of his companion. "O, sir," he said, "I thank you I thank you!
His appearance revived the old story of his devotion to Margaret Harrison, and people began to wonder why she staid away from home so long. As soon as he heard of Castrani's arrival, Archer Trevlyn sought him out. He felt that he had a right to know if his suspicions touching Margie were correct. Castrani received him coldly but courteously.
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