46/65 It is inconsistent of me, of course; but I am so solitary, so lonely!" "And yet you begged me not to follow you!" She looked up at me shyly--I was not accustomed to see Hilda shy. Her eyes gazed deep into mine beneath the long, soft lashes. "I begged you not to follow me," she repeated, a strange gladness in her tone. "Yes, dear Hubert, I begged you--and I meant it. Cannot you understand that sometimes one hopes a thing may never happen--and is supremely happy because it happens, in spite of one? |