Even Theodore, who, according to Cecilia, is perfect, would not write to her then very often; and now, when he is away, his letters are only three lines.

I suppose you are teaching me not to be exacting.

If so, I will kiss the rod like a good child; but I feel it the more because the lesson has not come soon enough." Then she went on in her usual strain, telling him of what she had done, what she had read and what she had thought.

There was no suspicion in her letters no fear, no hint at jealousy.

And she should have no further cause for jealousy! One of the two must be sacrificed, and it was most fitting that Julia should be the sacrifice.