I could not do it without much pain; and, what is more dreadful, I cannot give him up--even if I would--of myself alone." "Why?
Because you love him, you mean." Felice Charmond denoted assent by a movement.
"I knew I was right!" said Grace, exaltedly.

"But that should not deter you," she presently added, in a moral tone.

"Oh, do struggle against it, and you will conquer!" "You are so simple, so simple!" cried Felice.

"You think, because you guessed my assumed indifference to him to be a sham, that you know the extremes that people are capable of going to! But a good deal more may have been going on than you have fathomed with all your insight.

I CANNOT give him up until he chooses to give up me." "But surely you are the superior in station and in every way, and the cut must come from you." "Tchut! Must I tell verbatim, you simple child?
Oh, I suppose I must! I shall eat away my heart if I do not let out all, after meeting you like this and finding how guileless you are." She thereupon whispered a few words in the girl's ear, and burst into a violent fit of sobbing.
Grace started roughly away from the shelter of the fur, and sprang to her feet.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, thunderstruck at a revelation transcending her utmost suspicion.