She was standing just behind you--and oh, I shall never, never forget her look! It was a terrible, terrible look--a look of hatred.

Yet I cared for her so much! You know I did all that was possible for one woman to do for another during those few weeks that I knew her ?" Lionel Varick's face turned a curious, greyly pallid tint.

It was as if all the natural colour was drained out of it.
"Where's Bubbles ?" he asked, in a scarcely audible voice.
For a moment no one answered him, and then Blanche said quietly: "Bubbles is over there, in the confessional, asleep." He turned and walked quickly over to the carved, box-like confessional, and drew aside the green-embroidered curtain.
Yes, the girl lay there asleep--or was she only pretending?
Her breast rose and fell, her eyes were closed.
Varick took hold of her arm with no gentle gesture, and she awoke with a cry of surprise and pain.

"What is it?
Don't do that!" she said in a hoarse and sleepy tone.
And then, on seeing who it was, she smiled wryly.

"Is it forbidden to get in here ?" she asked, still speaking in a heavy, dull way.