“Could you tell an untruth for one you loved?”
Rhoda reflected. “I would not tell an untruth, but I would believe in him though no one else did, and I would not give up my belief while there was a shadow of a chance that he was innocent. And, in any event, I would be very sure before I declared a person guilty who might be proved innocent.”
“That is why I went to you the other night,” replied Lettice. “And I did not denounce him before any one but Mr. Baldwin, and that was in the heat of my surprise and anger.”
“I know that. But we have been over this subject before. He is gone and will not return. Let us talk of something else. Your Mr. Baldwin, where is he?”
“My Mr. Baldwin, as you are pleased to call him, is here in the room across the hall. Would you like to call on him?”
“Not I.”
“He is a brave young gentleman, and good to look at.”
“Ah, that is why you are not sure of your feeling for Robert.”
“No, it is not,” returned Lettice, quickly. “And that brings us back to the question we were discussing a few minutes ago. Could a girl love two men at once?”
Rhoda did not answer. She arose and said: “I am staying too long. I must go back to Aunt Martha. I promised her I would be back soon. Your brother William has returned to his company?”