"Well, you look as soft as a white rose anyhow," he remarked with a curiously impersonal air of criticism.
A rosy glow flooded her face.

It was so long since any man had commented upon her appearance that she felt painfully shy and displeased.
"All the same I've had a hard life," she returned with passionate earnestness.

"I married when I was twenty, and seven years later my husband left me for another woman." "The one in there ?" She shuddered, "Yes, the one in there." "The darn fool!" he exclaimed briefly.
"There was a divorce, and then I had my two children to support and educate.

Because I had a natural talent for dressmaking, I turned to that, and in the end I succeeded.

But for ten years I never heard a word of the man I married--until--I met him downstairs--in the street." "And you brought him in ?" "What else could I do?
He was dying." "Do you know what he was doing out there ?" "He was looking for me, I think.