She would have shut the door upon him, but he was too quick for her. He forced his way inside, and then closed it himself.
"I must see you, Helen," he panted, as he sank, pale and breathless, upon a chair in the reception hall.
"Oh, why have you come?" she demanded, with white lips.
"Because I could not bear it any longer; I was starving to see you and Dorothy. Where is she?"
"She is married."
"Married! Dorothy married! When?"
"Two weeks ago yesterday."
"To whom?"
Helen straightened herself resolutely.
"I shall not tell you that," she replied, with sharp decision. "She is happy, and I will not have her life clouded by anything to recall the troubles of the past."