And I'm glad she has! I should be sorry for any nice girl--for any woman, even a horrid woman--to marry Lionel Varick.

There! I've said my say, and now I shall for ever hold my peace." They both stared at her, astonished by the passion and energy with which she uttered the curious words.
Bill looked down at the girl, and, though he felt hurt and angry with her, his heart suddenly softened.

Bubbles looked very frail and tired lying there.
"Bill," she said, "come here," and he came, though not very willingly, closer to her.
She pulled him down.

"I only want to tell you that I love you," she whispered, and his anger, his irritation, vanished like snow in the sun.
Blanche was already at the door.

She turned round.