"Yes, all things are possible of George. Perhaps even"—then she stifled the thought. A sudden misery that seemed unbearable, demanded all her strength to overcome. She was bound in honor to Edgeway. How dared she even run her fancy so far!
In the evening she was dressing to go out again with Frank, when the maid announced Dr. Cadman.
Trembling, she grasped the chair. With effort she finished her toilet, almost too dazed to think. A vague fear possessed her.
"I am weak," she said hopelessly. "O God, give me strength!"
Her prayer was answered. She found herself descending to the parlor with an outward calm covering her inner pain.
Dr. Cadman stood awaiting her.
As she entered, he took her outstretched hand.
"A long time away, Betty," he said, holding it fast, "but a short time considering all that has been accomplished. Alma wished me to come and tell you everything."
"Yes?" she asked in a low tone. "You must tell me all about it. How is our dear Alma?"
She sat down as she spoke, and he drew a chair near to hers.