"Would the governor do nothing?" she asked in a whisper.
She was white to the lips.
"And the Herbert girl—I wonder what she is thinking of!"
"Hush, Marsh—Oh, hush! I—I can not—I must not think of it!" she cried, and pressed her hands to her eyes convulsively.
"What does it matter to you?" he said grimly.
"Nothing in one way—everything in another!"
"I wish to God I could believe you!" he muttered.
"You may—on my soul, Marsh, you may! It was never what you think—never—never!"
"It doesn't matter now," he said, and turned his face toward the wall.
"Marsh—" she began.