She had not looked at Jane as they talked. Now she turned to her with eyes of anguish and appeal.
"Janey—think. I've been wicked for years and years. I've only been good for one moment. One moment—when I gave Robert up. Do you think it'll count?"
"I think that, in the sight of God, such moments last forever."
"And that's what you'll think of me by?"
She lifted up her face, haggard and white, flame-spotted where her tears had scorched it. Jane kissed it.
"Do you mind kissing me?"
"My dear, my dear," said Jane, and she drew her closer.
There was a sound of footsteps in the passage. Kitty drew back and listened.
"Where's Robert?"
"Upstairs with the children."