His devotion to me is a rare thing; it has always made me feel unworthy.' 'Dear me, yes.

Fifteen years, you say; it's quite extraordinary,' said Helen.
To Althea it seemed that Helen's candour was merciless, and revealed her to herself as uncandid, crooked, and devious.

It was with a stronger wish than ever to atone to Franklin that she persisted: '_He_ is extraordinary; that's what I mean about him.

I am devoted to him.

And my consolation is that since I can't give him love he finds my friendship the next best thing in life.' 'Really ?' Helen repeated.