“What happened,” Julia moaned, turning away.
“Would what happened seem any less impossible,” Florence slowly began, “if the man thought himself bound in honor to another woman—”
“Thought!” Julia cried.
“A woman whom he did not love,” Florence kept on; “to whom he was tied by old promises, with whom now there was nothing but an old friendship?”
Julia looked at her a little wildly.
“I—don’t know what you mean!”
“I mean this woman did not—was not in love with him any more. When she knew of—of you, she released him.”
“But that was after—”
“What happened? Yes.”
“Then he didn’t keep faith with her—with either!” Julia cried, still fixing Florence with her white, quivering face.