“But I'm never going to marry,” interrupted Beatrice quickly. “I'm not fit to be anyone's wife now.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Larose emphatically. “There's no man in all the kingdom you are not fit to marry. Any woman would be perfectly justified if she shot such a man, and if you had actually been put on trial for it no jury would have been willing to say you had been guilty of a crime, and no judge would have punished you for what you did.” He regarded her smilingly. “Besides, you'll have to marry that poor rector now as some compensation for his disgrace. Eva has just told me nearly all his superiors are furious with him because of that burial here—which, you know, was entirely your work.”
Beatrice looked uncomfortable, and then, a little animation coming into her voice, she asked curiou
