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The spirit of unrest did not leave Kenelm Eyrle. When he met Sir Ronald and Lady Hermione at lunch he looked very pale, ill, and determined. He held Lady Hermione's soft, white hand in his. "I must ask you to pardon me," he said. "I have no right to let my troubles cloud your happy home."
"I have nothing to pardon, but, oh! Kenelm! " she said, "you have been true to your love for her, true to her memory for so long, could you not take a new interest in life? Even she, herself, could ask no greater sacrifice than you have already made."