"When I met George I was engaged to another man, and I have loved that man all my life." She had confessed all, she told herself; and the remarkable part was that she really believed her confession--she was honestly convinced that she had spoken only the truth.

Her soul, like the soul of Cousin Jimmy, sheltered a romantic strain which demanded that one supreme illusion should endure amid a world of disillusionment.

Because she was obliged to believe in something or die, she had built her imperishable Dream on the flame-swept ruins of her happiness.
"He must be a big man if he can fill a life like yours," said Dr.
French.
"I don't know why I told you," she faltered; "I have never told any one else.

It is my secret." "Well, it is safe with me.

Don't be afraid." For the few minutes before he rose to go they talked indifferently of other things.