"How shall we return?—with what hopes or fears of him? What made his cousin and you think of me being near him? Did he wish it?"
"I don't know."
"Has he thought of me all this while?—loved me despite all? Oh! if that were true, Mattie."
"If it were true, Harriet—what a difference!"
"And now perhaps to die, and I never to know his real thoughts of me. Well, I should die too—I'm sure of that now!"
"Harriet, you can trust me again?"
"Yes, with all my heart."
"Patience, then—we will say no more until we are sure that the truth faces us."
They were silent for the remainder of the way; people who passed on the footpath, and glanced towards the occupants of that private cab, wondered at the two pale, grave-faced women sitting side by side therein.