"Now, dear," she said, "we can have a quiet talk. I know that something is troubling you."
Beatrice was moved by her unaffected sympathy. She had friends at Allenwood but she could not go to them. They would think her rather to be envied than pitied; but this warm-hearted, unconventional woman would understand. She longed to take her into her confidence, and although this was impossible, the numbing despair in her heart began to melt.
"I can't tell you much; but—I suppose I shall be married soon."
Mrs. Broadwood looked keenly interested.
"Is it an Allenwood man?"
"Brand. I must tell him definitely to-morrow evening."
"Ah!" Mrs. Broadwood exclaimed. There was a pathetic note in the girl's voice that touched her. "But if you don't want the man you have only to let him know."
"I wish it were as easy as that!" Beatrice answered hopelessly.
Mrs. Broadwood was silent for a few moments, but her fingers clasped the small hand under them with a comforting pressure.
"I think I understand. Your father and mother are on his side; but if you'd hate to have him for a husband you must not sacrifice yourself."