I suppose I shall learn--if people are to discuss me.

How much difference does it make, Mr.Hamil ?" "It makes none to me--" "The world extends beyond your pleasant comradeship," she said.

"How does the world regard a woman of no origin--whose very name is a charity--" "Shiela!" "W-what ?" she said, trying to smile; and then slowly laid her head in her hands, covering her face.
She had given way, very silently, for as he bent close to her he felt the tearful aroma of her uneven breath--the feverish flush on cheek and hand, the almost imperceptible tremor of her slender body--rather close to him now.
When she had regained her composure, and her voice was under command, she straightened up, face averted.
"You are quite perfect, Mr.Hamil; you have not hurt me with one misguided and well-intended word.

That is exactly as it should be between us--must always be." "Of course," he said slowly.
She nodded, still looking away from him.

"Let us each enjoy our own griefs unmolested.