But she changed again just as quickly, and laughed at him through her tears.
“There,” she cried, “now I feel ten years younger. Five minutes ago I was quite an old woman. But, Pierce, you will confide in me now, and make me quite as we used to be?”
“Yes,” he said.
She wound her arms tightly round his neck, and laid her face to his.
“Then confess to me, dear,” she whispered. “You do dearly love Kate Wilton?”
He was silent for some moments, and then slowly and dreamily his words were breathed close to her ear.
“Yes; and I shall never love again.”
Jenny turned up her face and kissed him, but hid it, burning, directly after in his breast.
“Pierce dear,” she whispered, “I have no one else to talk to like this. May I confess something now to you?”
“Why not?” he said, gently. “Confidence for confidence.”