Her heart was being slowly unrolled before him, and he would wait until it was all bare.
"Now," she continued, "the case is reversed, and you want me to do something which I know will hurt me." "But you love him, Kate ?" "Yes--that is the worst part of it all," she answered with a stifled sob--"yes, I love him." She lifted herself higher on the cushions and put her beautiful arms above her head, her eyes looking into space as if she was trying to solve the problem of what her present resolve would mean to both herself and Harry.
St.George began again: "And you remember how--" She turned impatiently and dropped one hand until it rested on his own.
He thought he had never seen her look so lovely and never so unhappy.
Then she said in pleading tones--her eyes blinded by half-restrained tears: "Don't ask me to REMEMBER, dear Uncle George--help me to forget! You can do no kinder thing for both of us." "But think of your whole future happiness, Kate--think how important it is to you--to Harry--to everybody--that you should not shut him out of your life." "I have thought! God knows I have thought until sometimes I think I shall go mad.

He first breaks his promise about drinking and I forgive him; then he yields to a sudden impulse and behaves like a mad-man and you ask me to forgive him again.

He never once thinks of me, nor of my humiliation!" Her lips were quivering, but her voice rang clear.
"He thinks of nothing else BUT you," he pleaded.

"Let your heart work--don't throw him into the street as his father has done.

He loves you so." "_I_--throw HIM in the street! He has thrown ME--mortified me before everybody--behaved like a--No,--I can't--I won't discuss it!" "May I--" "No--not another word.