"Azalea has gone to her room, and there is certainly something troubling her.

Go to her, Patty,--find out what it all means,--and if it is any foolishness about 'unworthiness' or that rubbish, try to make her see that I want her just as she is.

I don't care a hang about her ancestors or her father or anything in the whole world, but just Azalea Thorpe!" Patty looked at his earnest face, and honestly rejoiced that he had found a girl he could care for like that.
"I'll go, Phil," she said, "and I'll bring that young woman to reason! It isn't only coyness,--that isn't Azalea's way,--but she is honestly troubled about something." But though Patty knocked on Azalea's locked door several times, she heard no response.
"Please let me in, Zaly," she begged, "I just want to talk to you a little." Still no reply, and then, after exhausting all other arguments, Patty said, "Won't you let me in for Phil's sake?
He sent me." That succeeded, and reluctantly Azalea unlocked the door.
"Don't talk to me, Patty," she pleaded.

"I'm in the depths of despair, but you can't help me.

Nobody can help me,--and I can't even help myself." "Who made all this trouble for you ?" inquired Patty, casually, her never failing tact instructing her that Azalea would answer that better than protestations of affection.
"I made it myself,--but that doesn't make it any easier to bear." "Indeed it doesn't," Patty agreed.