"The beginning came soon after you went away," replied Beatrice in a low voice.
Marjory leaned back wearily. If there were to be more complications for which she must hold herself accountable, she felt that she could not listen. Surely she had lived through enough for one day.
"Peter cared a great deal for you," Beatrice faltered on.
"Why?"
It was a cry in the night.
Impulsively the younger girl leaned forward and fumbled for her hands.
"You did n't realize it?" she asked hopefully.
"I realized nothing then. I realized nothing yesterday," cried Marjory. "It is only to-day that I began to realize anything."
"To-day?"
"Only to-night."