"I might then be something different from what I am!" "Oh, nonsense! You do nothing of the kind.

Here are you, a rich woman, young, handsome, with a great establishment; perfectly free, with no one to interfere with you in any way.

Now, I--" "That's just it," broke in Mrs.Lancaster, bitterly.

"Free! Free from what my heart aches for.

Free to dress in sables and diamonds and die of loneliness." She had sat up, and her eyes were glowing and her color flashing in her cheeks in her energy.
Mrs.Wentworth looked at her with a curious expression in her eyes.
"I want what you have, Louise Caldwell.