I called out to her: "Betty!" She broke off and turned round, with a smile of surprise.

Again she was wearing the old black evening dress, in which I have told you she looked so beautiful.
"No more music, dear.

Come and talk to me." She crossed the room with her free step and sat near my chair.
"What shall I talk about ?" she laughed.
"Leonard Boyce." The laughter left her face and she gave me a swift glance.
"Majy dear, I'd rather not," she said with a little air of finality.
"I know that," said I."I also know that in your eyes I am committing an unwarrantable impertinence." "Not at all," she replied politely.

"You have the right to talk to me for my good.

It's impertinence in me not to wish to hear it." "Betty dear," said I, "will you tell me what was the cause of your estrangement ?" She stiffened.