"Perhaps she has a right to—to judge for herself." Donelle was holding firm.
"Well, I don't know, Miss Walden. Such a woman as you might judge wisely—even for yourself. She wouldn't. She's the kind that risks everything; she's what you might call a divine gambler."
"Poor girl!"
"Yes, that's what I often say of her—poor girl!"
It was twilight in the quiet studio; there was no one to see Donelle's tears.
"I'm going to tell you something," Norval said suddenly, "something that has been troubling me lately. At first it didn't seem vital, it seemed rather like a detail. I'm wondering how a woman would consider it."
"I'd love to hear unless you'd rather have me read to you, Mr. Norval."
"No, for a wonder, I'd rather tell you a story."
CHAPTER XXIV
THE GLORY BREAKS THROUGH