"It could not be worse, could it, Madge?" said Dorothy.
"Oh, Dorothy!" was the only response.
"You will not betray me?" asked Dorothy, whose alarm made her suspicious.
"You know whether or not I will betray you," answered Madge.
"Indeed, I know, else I should not have told you my secret. Oh, you should see him, Madge; he is the most beautiful person living. The poor soft beauty of the fairest woman grows pale beside him. You cannot know how wonderfully beautiful a man may be. You have never seen one."
"Yes, I have seen many men, and I well remember their appearance. I was twelve years old, you know, when I lost my sight."
"But, Madge," said Dorothy, out of the fulness of her newly acquired knowledge, "a girl of twelve cannot see a man."
"No woman sees with her eyes the man whom she loves," answered Madge, quietly.
"How does she see him?" queried Dorothy.
"With her heart."