She looked at him fleetingly.
“I should have thought you would wish to escape from memories, Jimmie.”
“Why should I?”
“'The sorrow's crown of sorrows.'”
“I don't believe in it,” he said, turning towards her. “What has been has been. A joy that once has been is imperishable. Remembering happier things is a sorrow's crown of consolation. Thank God! I have had them to remember.”
“Do you think she is finding consolation in memories?” She spoke with sudden heat, for Norma's conduct had filled her heart with blazing indignation.
“I hope so,” said Jimmie dreamily, after a pause. “But she has not so many as I. She loved me deeply. She had her hour—but I had my day.”
“If I were you, I should want never to think of her again.”
“Not if you were I, my dear Connie,” he said gently. “If either of us was in the wrong, it was not she.”
“Rubbish,” said Mrs. Deering.