"Working for it? Why certainly, dear. Why shouldn't she—her husband's interests are hers. Yes. She has been doing what she could, of course—she has done her best, and isn't to blame for such a faux pas as this; but it seems a little stupid in her. There would be no danger of such a thing on your part!"
He makes the remark more to himself than to her, and leans back, watching her through his half-closed lids. How proud he is of this woman! How he loves her!
Helen stands quietly by his side, looking intently at the coals in the grate. Presently she says in a low, calm tone of conviction, elation, irrevocable decision:
"No, I should make no mistakes."
A silence. After a moment:
"I have been thinking over the little conversation we had before you left, Edgar. I have changed my mind. I think I will see—Everet."
Braine rises from his chair. He stands looking at her for a moment. He takes her in his arms.
XXIX.
[From Helen's Diary.]