"Can it be--can it be!" She turned as if to hasten away.

But Felice Charmond's sobs came to her ear: deep darkness circled her about, the funereal trees rocked and chanted their diriges and placebos around her, and she did not know which way to go.

After a moment of energy she felt mild again, and turned to the motionless woman at her feet.
"Are you rested ?" she asked, in what seemed something like her own voice grown ten years older.
Without an answer Mrs.Charmond slowly rose.
"You mean to betray me!" she said from the bitterest depths of her soul.

"Oh fool, fool I!" "No," said Grace, shortly.

"I mean no such thing.