Her face was transfigured with a sudden radiance. Amazement, rapture, youth—the pulsating wonder of her twenty years danced in her eyes. In her excitement she pulled me by the lapels of my coat——
"Doctor! DOCTOR! Three thousand pounds a year! England! London! Men and women! Everything I've longed for! All the glad and beautiful things of life!"
"Yes, my dear."
She took my hands and swung them backwards and forwards.
"It's Heaven! Delicious Heaven!" she cried.
"But what about the broken heart?" I said maliciously.
She dropped my hands, sighed, and her face suddenly assumed an expression of portentous misery.
"I was forgetting. What does anything matter now? I shall never get over it. My heart is broken."
"Devil a bit, my dear," said I.