"Gregory will have very little--a few hundred a year--but it would not have been a dreadfully one-sided bargain.

He had, after all, a good deal to offer." Ida raised a hand in protest.
"Oh," she said, "I know." "Still," continued Mrs.Kinnaird, "I want you to feel quite sure that he loved you.

Without that nothing else would have counted.

You will believe it, won't you?
It is due to my son." She rose with a little sigh.
"Things never go as one would wish them to." Ida was very sorry for her, but there was so little that could be said.
"I shall always think well of Gregory," she answered.

"You will try to forgive me ?" Then an impulsive restless longing came over her with the knowledge that she had brought this woman bitter sorrow.
"I will go home," she broke out.