." "Yes, yes," she hurried, pulling her hand gently away from him.
Presently it stole back to his coat sleeve.

"Please tell me one thing, Bartley.

At least, tell me that you believe I thought I was making you happy." His hand shut down quickly over the questioning fingers on his sleeves.
"Yes, Hilda; I know that," he said simply.
She leaned her head against his arm and spoke softly:-- "You see, my mistake was in wanting you to have everything.

I wanted you to eat all the cakes and have them, too.

I somehow believed that I could take all the bad consequences for you.