'You must go home, at once, at once, while I telephone to Dr.
Carpenter,' 'We will go together,' I said.

'We can telephone from there.' But at this, the awful look came back into her face, and seeing her forget my hurt, I forgot it, too, in dread of what she would say when she found strength to speak.
"It was worse than anything I had imagined; she refused absolutely to go back home.

'Carmel,' said she, 'I have done injustice to your youth.

You love him, too--not like a child but a woman.

The tangle is worse than I thought; your heart is caught in it, as well as mine, and you shall have your chance.