"I'm sorry to hear it. I wish you good morning."
"What have I done to upset you?" asked Mavis.
"Don't pretend you don't know."
"But I don't."
"What! Then I'll tell you. You've married young Devitt, when there's a man worth all the women who ever lived eating his heart out for you."
Mavis stopped, amazed at the other woman's vehemence.
"A man who you've treated like the beast you are," continued Miss Toombs hotly. "After all that's happened, he longed to marry you, and that's more than most men would have done."
"You don't know—you can't understand," faltered Mavis.
"Yes, I do. You're not really bad; you're only a precious big fool and don't know when you've got a good thing."
"I—I love my husband."