It was a beautiful old Jacobean mirror fixed over the dressing-table.
Heavens! What a fright she looked! Do tears always have that disfiguring effect on a woman?
This must be a lesson to her.

She dabbed her eyes with a wet handkerchief, and then she went over to the writing-table and sat down.
For the first time in her life Blanche Farrow wrote Mark Gifford a really grateful, sincere letter.

She said, truly, how touched she was by his long devotion and by all his goodness to her.

She admitted, humbly, that she wished she were worthy of it all.

But she finally added that she feared she could never find it in her heart and conscience to say that she would do what he wished.