IN WHICH JENNY IS MYSTERIOUSLY HONOURED Still a moment did at last come when the sobs subsided, and Jenny dried her tears.

She was going to try, try to be happy again, try to forget it; and she tried so well that in a few days her face had grown even bright again,--bright as silver.

It could never again be bright as gold.
And Theophil's love was like a sun pouring down upon her day by day.
Yes, he loved her.

She could not doubt that, though there were times when his true words and caresses suddenly seemed to wear a torturing falsity, as she thought of Isabel.
But such feelings she put from her bravely.

Jealous of Isabel in the common way she had not been.