It was your own doing.

You are so beautiful," murmured the surgeon's wife.

"And I knew that you were the same all through--beautiful to the very soul." "Oh, don't say that!" Sharply Stella broke in upon her.

"Don't think it! You don't know me in the least.

You--you have far more beauty of soul than I have, or can ever hope to have now." Mrs.Ralston shook her head.
"But it is so," Stella insisted.