She crept back into her room, feeling as if her husband's harsh words had been actual whips, beating her and bruising her.
He not only did not love her, but he preferred Mrs. Heriot! He had been out there with her on the moonlit sea, while she . . . Marie Celeste fell face downwards on the bed, crushing her face into the pillow so that her broken-hearted sobbing might not penetrate the locked door and reach her husband's ears. He hated tears so much! Scenes always made him so angry.
CHAPTER VIII
"The new is older than the old
The newest friend is oldest friend in this,
That waiting him we longest grieved to miss
One thing we sought"
MARIE woke in the morning with a bad headache. She would have liked to stay in bed, but not for the world would she have allowed Mrs. Heriot the satisfaction of her absence.
Since her accident she had always had breakfast in her room, but she dressed early this morning and went downstairs before the first gong had sounded.