“Do you think I should care for that, Glory?” Her hands came down from her face. “Do you think I should care one jot if all the miserable scandal-mongering world thought——”
“You'll think the best of me, then?”
“I'll think of both of us as we used to be, my child, before the world came between us, before you——”
She was fighting against an impulse to fling herself into his arms, but she only said in a soft voice: “You are quite right, quite justified. I have chosen my lot in life, and must make the best of it.”
“Well——” He was holding out his hand.
But nevertheless she put her hand behind her, thinking: “No; if I shake hands with him it will be the end of everything.”
“Good-bye!” and with an expression of utter despair he left her.
She did not cry, and when Rosa came down immediately afterward she was smiling and her eyes were very bright.
“Was that your friend Mr. Storm? Yes? You must beware of him, my dear. He would stop your career and think he was doing God's service.”
“There's no danger of that, Rosa. He only came to say he would come no more,” and then something flashed in her eyes and died away, and then flashed again.