"Yes, that is very true," returned Vivian, making an effort to control her emotion.
In her case, Vivian knew that the old saying was at fault. The strong, passionate love of her heart had gone out to Eugene Mallard, and he was fair. He was her ideal of manly beauty. The faces of other men appeared quite insignificant when compared to his. She was anxious to turn the conversation into another channel.
"I have often thought, amid all this gayety, how lonely you must be at times without some girl friend to talk matters over with you," said Vivian.
"You are quite right," said Ida, eagerly. "I do need a girl friend, some one of my own age, to whom I could open my heart."
Vivian glided up to her and threw her arms about her neck.
"Let me be that friend," she whispered, eagerly.
The young wife looked at her wistfully; her cheeks flushed.
"I shall be only too glad, Vivian," Ida said.
"If she had heard that I was in love with her husband, I must first throw her off the track," thought Vivian.