But I am wondering; I am asking myself just what constitutes treachery to myself." "Sentimentalising over Stephen might fill the bill," observed Grace tartly.
"But it doesn't seem to," mused Sylvia, her blue gaze on the coals.
"That is what I do not understand.

I have no conscience concerning what I feel for him." "What do you feel ?" "I was in love with him.

You knew it." "You liked him," insisted Grace patiently.
"No--loved him.

I know.

Dear, your theories are sound in a general way, but what is a girl going to do about it when she loves a man?
You say a young girl can't love--doesn't know how.