"They nurse some petty little secret, some childish love affair, and deem its preservation more important than their own happiness, or the lives of their best friends.
They are all alike--duchess or scullery-maid.

Their fluttering hearts are all the world to them, and everything else chaos.

If that woman only chose--" "Mr.Brett!" came a clear voice along the corridor.
It was Margaret.

She came to him hastily "Why do you suspect me ?" she exclaimed brokenly.

"I am the most miserable woman on earth.