Mrs. Bloodgood stopped, rose, and went to the window, where she stood swaying.
"I'm going to him," she said, pressing her knuckles against her temples.
"Get hold of yourself," said Mrs. Kildair, avoiding the error of opposition.
For a long moment neither spoke, while Mrs. Bloodgood, passing to and fro, struggled to fight down the sobs that were choking her. At last she stopped, facing Mrs. Kildair.
"I am going to him," she said.
The other woman, with a look of great compassion, shook her head in a slow negation, looking full at her.
"But he said I could!" she cried, stretching out her hands toward Beecher.
"You can't."
"But he said so—he promised."
"No; it is impossible."