She turned to me with so strange and febrile a look, yet with so wild and startled a welcome in her eyes.
"Hush!" I said. "You wanted me, child; I am here."
I saw that she had turned to lean against the organ, and that she was shaken with sobs.
"What have you done, Vesty? Wicked and false beyond any woman I know—you!"
"Have you seen him?" she sobbed.
"No, I have not seen Notely. You were married only last night."
"I wrote to him. There was only one way to save Notely from marrying me—only one way."
"You might have waited."
"Notely would never have waited. Notely meant to marry me."
"You should have married him, and not been false."