"I don't know."
But the governess tormented her with questions, and at last she answered impatiently: "I think she is in love."
"Again?"
"Yes, again."
"And with whom?"
"She has never told me to tell you," cried Laura, leaving the room.
"What is the matter with you?" Stella asked of Anna. "You are suffering. Why do you conceal your sorrow from me?"
"If I am suffering, it's my own fault," said Anna. "Only God can help me."
"Can't I help you? You are in deep grief."
"Deep grief."