I suppose you care about them, too, as you go into their houses." "Yes; but--" She paused, gave a strange little reckless laugh, and was silent.

Heaven forbid that we should say that she wanted him to know that she loved him.

Chivalry bids us believe that women guard the secret of their love inviolate from the world.

But what was Catrina to do?
Men are in the habit of forgetting that plain women are women at all.

Surely some of them may be excused for reminding us at times that they also are capable of loving--that they also desire to be loved.