I was never myself from the beginning.
Then,--after the ball,"-- he stooped over her that he might hear her the more plainly,--"when I came home I was in my room and I heard steps--there are ghost stories, you know, about that part of the house.
I went out to see.

Perhaps, in my heart of hearts--oh, I can't tell, I can't tell!--anyway, he was there.

We went into the library, and we talked.

He did not want to touch our marriage,--but he said all sorts of mad things,--and at last--he kissed me." The last words were only breathed.

She had often pictured herself confessing these things to him.