“Why, I thought he was awfully attentive,” said Molly.
“Oh, attentive, yes. I don’t exactly mean that. But there was something lacking,—don’t you think so, Mrs. Markham?”
“Yes, Kitty, I do think so. In fact, I know that Mr. Carleton didn’t give Madeleine the heart-whole affection that she gave him. But I hoped it would all turn out right, and I surely never dreamed it was such a serious matter as to bring Madeleine to this. But she was a reserved, proud nature, and if she thought Mr. Carleton had ceased to love her, I know she would far rather die than marry him.”
“But she could have refused to marry him,” cried Molly. “She didn’t have to kill herself to get rid of him.”
“She didn’t kill herself,” stubbornly repeated Kitty, but Mrs. Markham said:
“You don’t understand Maddy’s nature, Molly; she must have had some sudden and positive proof of Mr. Carleton’s lack of true affection for her to drive her to this step. But once convinced that he did not care for her, I know her absolute despair would impel her to the desperate deed.”
“Why didn’t he love her?” said Molly, who could see no reason why any man shouldn’t love the magnificent Madeleine.
“I think,” said Kitty slowly, “there was somebody else.”
“How did you know that?” exclaimed Mrs. Markham sharply, as if she had detected Kitty in some wrongdoing.
“I don’t know it, but I can’t help thinking so. Madeleine has sometimes asked me if I didn’t think most men preferred gentle, timid dispositions to a strong, capable nature like her own. Of course she didn’t express it just like that, but she hinted at it so wistfully, that I told her no, she was the splendidest, most adorable woman in the whole world. I meant it, too, but at the same time I do think men ’most always love the soft, tractable kind of girls, that are not so imperious and awe-inspiring as Maddy was.”