“Please don't repeat that word in my hearing—there's a limit to friendship. I think you'd better go——”
Jane rose and walked quickly to the door, her lips pressed firmly.
“As you like—our lives will be far apart from tonight. It's just as well.”
She closed the door with a bang and reached the head of the stairs before Mary threw her arms around her neck.
“Please, dear, forgive me—don't go in anger.”
The older woman kissed her tenderly, glad of the dim light to hide her own tears.
“There, it's all right, honey—I won't remember it. Forgive me for my ugly words.”
“I love him, Jane—I love him! It's Fate. Can't you understand?”
“Yes, dear, I understand, and I'll love you always—good-by.”
“You'll come to my wedding?”