“But do you mean what you said?”
“Yes, I do, once for all. That settles it.”
Lily looked at her wistfully. She did not find Maria as sympathetic as she wished. Then she glanced at her beautiful visage in the glass, and remembered what the other girl had said about her beauty, and again she smiled her childlike smile of gratified vanity and pleasure. Then suddenly the door-bell rang.
Lily gave a great start, and turned white as she looked at Maria. “It's George Ramsey,” she whispered.
“Nonsense! How do you know?” asked Maria, laying her work on the table beside the lamp, and rising.
“I don't know. I do know.”
“Nonsense!” Still Maria stood looking irresolutely at Lily.
“I know,” said Lily, and she trembled perceptibly.
“I don't see how you can tell,” said Maria. She made a step towards the door.
Lily sprang up. “I am going home,” said she.