“I have something to show you,” said Miss Sarepta; “guess what my last good gift from Philip is.”
“I did not know that he had any thing left to give you.”
“It is the last and best. A flower of spring!” From a thick envelope in her work-basket, she drew out a photograph, and, with its face upward, laid it in Tessa’s hand.
A piquant face: daring in the eyes, sweetness on the lips.
“Nan Gerard!” cried Tessa, catching her breath with a sound like a sob.
“Naughty Nan! And they are to be married here in this room, that I may be bridesmaid.”
“Oh, how stupid I was!”
“Why, had you an inkling of it?”
“Several of them, if I had had eyes to see!”
“It came last night, and I lay awake all night, thinking of the woman that Philip will love henceforth better than he loves me.”