But I don't ask much.

I knew he had given the best of his heart to other women--long ago--long before this.

But the old loves were all dead, and I could almost be thankful for them.

They had kept him for me, I thought,--tamed and exhausted him, so that I--so colourless and weak compared to those others!--might just slip into his heart and find the way open--that he might just take me in, and be glad, for sheer weariness.' She dropped Lucy's hands, and rising, she locked her own, and began to walk to and fro in the great room; her head thrown back, her senses turned as it were inward upon the sights and sounds of memory.
Lucy gazed upon her in bewilderment.

Then she too rose and approached Mrs.
Burgoyne.
'When shall I go ?' she said simply.