Forgive me, and let us forget." She rose to her feet.
"I do not know that you will ever regret this," she said.

"I pray that you may." To Brooks she seemed the same charming woman as usual, as he heard her light laugh come floating across the hall, and bowed over her white fingers.

But Sybil saw the over-bright eyes and nervous mouth and had hard work to keep back the tears.

She piled the cushions about a dark corner of the divan, and chattered away recklessly.
"This is a night of sorrows," she exclaimed, pouring out the tea.

"Mr.
Brooks and I were in the midst of a most affecting leave-taking--when the tea came.