"Ellen, come with my brother and me to see the procession."
Ellen regarded her darkly.
"No, thank you," she said.
Then as she was turning away, "Have you forgiven me?"
"Forgiven you?"
"Yes, for what I did. Finding out about Mr. Baxter."
"There was nothing to forgive," said Millie. "You did what you thought was right."
"Right!" answered Ellen. "Always people like you are thinking of what is right. I did what I wanted to because I wanted to." She came close to Millie. "I'm glad though I saved you. You've been kind to me after your own lights. It isn't your fault that you don't understand me. I only want you to promise me one thing. If you're ever grateful to me for what I did be kind to the next misshapen creature you come across. Be tolerant. There's more in the world than your healthy mind will ever realize." She went slowly up the stairs and out of the girl's sight.
Millie soon forgot her; meeting Henry at Panton Street, pointing out to him that he must wear to-day a black tie, discussing the best place for the procession, all these things were more important than Ellen.
Just before they left the room she looked at him. "Henry," she said, "what's happened to you?"