Don't you--you dear old goose ?" She came and stood beside Mary, a stately and beautiful creature in her loosened furs.

She stroked Mary's straight sandy hair back from her forehead.

Mary looked up at her with a thrill, nay, a passionate throb of envy--soon suppressed.
"I think," she said steadily, "it is very strange--that love should oppose and disagree with what it loves." Marcella went restlessly towards the fire and began to examine the things on the mantelpiece.
"Can't people agree to differ, you sentimentalist?
Can't they respect each other, without echoing each other on every subject ?" "Respect!" cried Mary, with a sudden scorn, which was startling from a creature so soft.
"There, she could tear me in pieces!" said Marcella, laughing, though her lip was not steady.

"I wonder what you would be like, Mary, if you were engaged." Mary ran her needle in and out with lightning speed for a second or two, then she said almost under her breath-- "I shouldn't be engaged unless I were in love.

And if I were in love, why, I would go anywhere--do anything--believe anything--if _he_ told me!" "Believe anything ?--Mary--you wouldn't!" "I don't mean as to religion," said Mary, hastily.