Snyder's arrival was like a ray of hope to Doré. She rose quickly, her strength of mind suddenly restored—at last some one to whom she could talk, to whom she could tell of the great romance that was sweeping her on!
"Snyder, I'm leaving now, at seven o'clock," she said firmly.
"Leaving, honey? For how long?"
"I guess forever, Snyder!" she answered, with a little shortness of breath.
Snyder, with a quick motion flung off her rain-coat, rolling it in a ball and hurling it through the open door into her room. Then she went rapidly to Dodo, grasping her arms, peering into her face, crying:
She nodded, answering aggressively:
"I adore him!"
The woman recoiled, wringing her hands, overcome with grief, crying:
"Oh, petty, petty! I knew it would come! O God of mercy!"