"And you stayed at home and kept house,"—interpolated Morgana, musingly—"I see! That is what all wives have to do! But I suppose he just adored you?"
Lady Kingswood smiled.
"'Adore' is a very strong word to use, my dear!" she said—"I doubt if any married people 'adore' each other! If they can be good friends and rub along pleasantly through all the sorrows and joys of life together, they should be satisfied."
"And you call that LOVE!" said Morgana, with a passionate thrill in her voice—"Love! 'Love that is blood within the veins of time!' Just 'rubbing along pleasantly together!' Dear 'Duchess,' that wouldn't suit ME!"
Lady Kingswood looked at her with interested, kind eyes.
"But then, what WOULD suit you?" she queried—"You know you mustn't expect the impossible!"
"What the world calls the impossible is always the possible"—said Morgana—"And only the impossible appeals to me!"
This was going beyond the boundary-line of Lady Kingswood's brain capacity, so she merely remained agreeably quiescent.
"And when your child was born"—pursued Morgana—"did you feel a wonderful ecstasy?—a beautiful peace and joy?—a love so great that it was as if God had given you something of His Own to hold and keep?"
Lady Kingswood laughed outright.