Perhaps the thought forced itself through her mind, "If only once long ago I had met with one little shred of such tender faith!" "Andrea was better than I thought," Fay faltered.

The admission made her uneasy.

She wished he had not been better, that her previous view of him had not been disturbed.
Magdalen's tears passed quickly.

She glanced again at Fay through a veil of them, looking earnestly for something she did not find.
"And Michael," she went on gently.

"Dear, dear Michael.