"It's so hard to speak of," said Janet, "but yet I think we must. It is wretched to let things go on like this. At least I am wretched, and I fear he is, and——"
"I'm sure I am," said Nellie, with a forlorn laugh.
Janet came and knelt by her and took her hands.
"You too? you whom we all admire so? Oh, what a world it is! Why did I ever love him?"
"Ah, you do love him?"
"Yes. And why did I ever make him love me? Ah, Nellie, if only——"
Nellie had sprung up.
"How do you know he loves you?" she cried.
"How do I know, dear? Why, he told me."
"When? when?"