"I can not bear it," she told herself as she went finally to her room. "He wants her to come. He loves her best after all. And I meant to be so good, so good! But it's no use. No use!"
And so what had been a happy day closed with unpleasantness and she went to bed feeling that all her good times with her father were ended.
Chapter XIV
A Little Sermon
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
—Keats.
"I shall go to Henry's today, Beatrice," Doctor Raymond informed his daughter the next morning. "Adele will return with me."
"Very well, father," acquiesced Beatrice apathetically. She was pale, with deep circles under her eyes, and looked as though she had not slept.