"We said good-bye. We—this does not matter for me; it was over."
"For you and him?" asked Susannah softly.
"What could there have been?" The tears ran slowly down her cheeks, but she smiled. "And what can it matter? He loved me, Susannah, he loved me!"
Miss Chressham was silent.
Selina wiped away the tears, and fixed her poor scalded eyes on Susannah.
"He came to tell me so again."
"I know; he told me that he was going to ask you to be his wife."
"We have always loved each other," said Selina simply, "and we have been unfortunate. For me this does not matter, and for him——"
"He might have died more nobly."
Selina shook her head.