"Should you—Dr. Pinsent—do you think?"
"Yes, because the husband you have chosen is a gallant fellow and my friend. I am too fond of him to wish to do him an ill turn, even in my own adventure. Why, look you, May, were you to turn to me and say, 'I love you, Hugo Pinsent,' I would answer, 'Yes—and we both love Frankfort Weldon.'"
"Yes," said Miss Ottley. She stopped and we looked deep into each other's eyes.
"Yes," she said again. "And we both love Frankfort Weldon."
"God help us," I exclaimed.
"It is a good prayer. God will hear it," she said softly.
"What made you?" I asked a little later; we were walking on again—but now apart.
"You," she said.
"It is very wonderful."
"And sad," said she.