Richmond Briarley knew what it meant; his heart was touched for her.
“I’m going to see him now, if you care to send him a word.”
“Tell him how sorry I am, and would you take these flowers to him—orchids are his favorite flowers. I was going to wear them to a musicale to-night.”
“Certainly I will take them.”
“Wait just a minute.”
She took the pencil of her chatelaine and wrote her new address on the box; her fingers were trembling, so she doubted if he would recognize her signature.
She smiled a little as he lifted his hat, when he bade her good-by. Pride was a matter of principle with her.
What she suffered in the days that came after could not be told.
It was early in May before Glenn was able to be out again.
To see Esther was one of his first visits. She greeted him with a grave, solicitous face.