"You love him yourself."
"Me?—it's a lie. I don't!"
Kate moved round the corner of the table and laid a fierce hand on Helen's arm.
"Do you love him?" she demanded.
Silence. "Thank you—for telling me."
Kate laughed a low, harsh laugh, and flung Helen's arm from her.
"You!—you think you're way above him, don't you! Well—you're not! You're not fit for him!" Her eyes leaped with flame. "I hate you!"
Again a moment of silence. A tremor ran through Helen. She moved forward, and her hands reached out and fell upon Kate's shoulders.
"I love you," she whispered.
Kate shrunk sharply away. Her eyes never leaving Helen's face, she backed slowly toward the doors. She pushed them apart, and gazed at Helen's statued figure. Kate's face had become ashen, drawn. After a moment she slipped through the doors and drew them to.