“It was good of you to come,” she said at last. “I had broken down—utterly broken down.”
“I felt it,” answered Felicia gently. She smoothed Katherine's ruffled fair hair with a light touch and kissed her forehead.
“It will come right in time, dear.”
But Katherine shook her head.
“Some things are final, irrevocable. The sun goes out of one's heart for ever and ever.”
“Could I do nothing for you? Practically I mean. You see, I know—a word—it might be in my power—”
She hesitated, touching upon delicate ground. Katherine lifted a tear-stained face, and looked at her curiously.
“You love him—and yet you would help me?”
“Because he loves you, dear,” said Felicia. “And because it has come upon me that I have been doing you a great wrong—in thinking badly of you.”
“What has made you think better of me?”