Grizel felt sorry for the other glove.

She whispered to Tommy as a terrible thing, "I think I love this glove even more than I love you--just a tiny bit more." She could not part with it.

"It told me before you did," she explained, begging him to give it back to her.
"If you knew what it was to me in those unhappy days, Grizel!" "I want it to tell me," she whispered.
And did he really love her?
Yes, she knew he did, but how could he?
"Oh, Grizel, how could I help it!" He had to say it, for it is the best answer; but he said it with a sigh, for it sounded like a quotation.
But how could she love him?
I think her reply disappointed him.
"Because you wanted me to," she said, with shining eyes.

It is probably the commonest reason why women love, and perhaps it is the best; but his vanity was wounded--he had expected to hear that he was possessed of an irresistible power.
"Not until I wanted you to ?" "I think I always wanted you to want me to," she replied, naively; "but I would never have let myself love you," she continued very seriously, "until I was sure you loved me." "You could have helped it, Grizel!" He drew a blank face.
"I did help it," she answered.

"I was always fighting the desire to love you,--I can see that plainly,--and I always won.