Then later they had met unexpectedly at a ball—
There was music—many flowers—brightness—laughter—
His arms had held her close as they danced—
A flood of memories rushed across her mind.
For a moment she had stood with laughing lips—
It had been a moment of triumph.
Then, out of nothing—with no tie to the absorbing passing moment, the image of her mother rose in her thought.
The triumph gave way to a new compelling mood. She was choosing between two loves—
With cold, calculating eyes he had watched her as she moved across the floor—