"Oh yes, till the pain comes."
"And after?"
"No, no!"
"But why, why?"
She looked prettier and sweeter than he had ever seen her when she whispered:
"I couldn't bear for you to see my face. It, it," her voice quivered, "it frightens me. Just now I looked in the glass, and I didn't recognize it as mine."
"There!" exclaimed Mrs. Biddlecombe.
"I shall do as Susan wishes," said Quinney humbly.
"You will leave the room when I nod?"
"Please!" said Susan, with her arms about his neck.