“How strange! And you saw he loved me?”
“Yes.”
“And you were not jealous?”
“I did not say that. But I soon found that the only way to escape from my jealousy, if the feeling I had was jealousy, was to love you too. I did.”
“You beautiful creature! But you could not have loved him much.”
“I loved him enough to love you for his sake. But why did he stop loving you? I fear I shall not be able to love him so much now.”
“He could not help it, Margaret. I deserved it.”
Euphra hid her face in her hands.
“He could not have really loved you, then?”
“Which is better to believe, Margaret,” said Euphra, uncovering her face, which two tears were lingering down, and looking up at her—“that he never loved me, or that he stopped loving me?”