"We were made for each other in every way ... my head just fits your shoulder," she observed quaintly.
"Mubby came down to me this morning," said Hildreth one evening, "and pleaded to be taken back again ... as husband...."
"And what?—"
"What did I do?... when I love you?... the mere idea made me sick to think of. I couldn't endure him again."
One afternoon Penton and Hildreth were closeted together from lunch to dark. It was my turn to cry out in my heart, and suffer agonies of imagination.
The next morning Hildreth began packing up, with the aid of Mrs. Jones. I came upon her, in the library, where I had gone to get a book. My face fell dismally.
"I can't endure it any longer, Johnnie, I'm going back home, to New York ... my father will take me in."