I can't express how I
feel for her."
"Let us never speak of it again," said Philip. "I came nearer feeling
sorry for her last night than I have yet. I couldn't sleep on that boat
coming over, and I couldn't put away the thought of what sending that
message cost her. I never would have believed it possible that she would
do it. But it is done. We will forget it."
"I scarcely think I shall," said Elnora. "It is something I like to
remember. How suffering must have changed her! I would give anything to
bring her peace."
"Henderson came to see me at the hospital a few days ago. He's gone a
rather wild pace, but if he had been held from youth by the love of a
good woman he might have lived differently. There are things about him
one cannot help admiring."
"I think he loves her," said Elnora softly.
"He does! He always has! He never made any secret of it. He will cut in
now and do his level best, but he told me that he thought she would send
him away. He understands her thoroughly."
Edith Carr did not understand herself. She went to her room after her
good-bye to Henderson, lay on her bed and tried to think why she was
suffering as she was.
"It is all my selfishness, my unrestrained temper, my pride in my
looks, my ambition to be first," she said. "That is what has caused this
trouble."
Then she went deeper.
"How does it happen that I am so selfish, that I never controlled my
temper, that I thought beauty and social position the vital things of
life?" she muttered.
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