"Then it wasn't Mr. Grafton at all who made the trouble?" interrupted
Marie.
"Mr. Grafton? Why, no! What could he have to do with it?"
"Oh, nothing. We thought, at least Clarence thought, he made the
trouble."
Beth looked mystified, but Marie only continued in a softened tone:
"I am afraid you don't know your own heart, dear Beth. You will come
together again, and all will be forgotten."
"No, Marie, never! The past was folly. All is better as it is."
A pained look that Beth could not fathom drifted across Marie's brow.
"You think so now, but you will change," she said.
A knock at the door interrupted them just then, as Mrs. Owen announced a
friend of Beth's.
Marie kissed her gently.
"Good-bye, Beth," she said in her sweet low voice, and there was a
tender sadness in her dark eyes. Beth did not know its meaning at the
time, but a day was coming when she would know.
Beth saw nothing more of Clarence during his few days in the city. She
wondered sometimes if Marie had seen him, but though they saw each other
occasionally during the rest of the winter, neither of them mentioned
his name.
That week had seemed eventful in Beth's eyes, but it was more eventful
even than she thought.
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