'I know I did; nor have I really changed my mind. But it is in your power to make him want to live.'
Sybil turned on her rather fiercely.
'You have no right to load me with such responsibilities,' she said. 'It is not my fault that he loves me; it is not my fault that I am as I am.'
'I know it is not,' said Judy; 'but, Sybil, be wise—be very wise. I don't know what you can do, but certainly nobody else can do anything. I am very sorry for you.' Sybil gave the telegram, asking Charlie if she could come, to the servant, and stood in silence again by the fire. After a pause Judy took up the paper again.
'There is something here that concerns you,' she said; 'it is that Mr. Bilton arrived in London yesterday.'
Sybil turned, then suddenly threw her arms wide.
'Oh, Judy, Judy,' she cried, 'I am unutterably unhappy! I am perplexed, puzzled; I don't know what I feel.'
And she flung herself down on the sofa by Judy's side, and burst into uncontrollable sobs.