But I did not again hand it to Mrs.Lascelles.
"Well, then," she continued, "since you didn't give me away, even without thinking, I want you to know that after all there isn't quite so much to give away as there might have been.

A divorce, of course, is always a divorce; there is no getting away from that, or from mine.

But I really did marry again.

And I really am the widow they think I am." I looked quickly up at her, in pure pity and compassion for one gone so far in sorrow and yet such a little way in life.

It was a sudden feeling, an unpremeditated look, but I might as well have spoken aloud.
Mrs.Lascelles read me unerringly, and she shook her head, sadly but decidedly, while her eyes gazed calmly into mine.
"_It_ was not a happy marriage, either," she said, as impersonally as if speaking of another woman.