I remember what you said, that everything in the play seemed so true just to those characters, Gilberte and De Valreas.' She glanced at him as she uttered the last name.

Drake understood that she was drawing a distinction between him and the fashionable lounger of the play.
'Besides,' she went on, dropping her voice, 'Gilberte left a child behind her.

Her unhappiness turned on that.' 'In a way, no doubt, but the loss of friends, station, home, counts for something--for enough to destroy her liking for De Valreas at all events.' 'For De Valreas!' insisted Clarice.

'He was not worth the sacrifice.' She paused for a moment, and then continued diffidently.

'There's something else; I hardly like to tell you it.