"_What_ do you think of that, Kelly ?" "You poor child!" exclaimed Neville, taking her hands into his and holding them closely.
"Why, Kelly," she said gently, "I knew he had to go.

This has not taken me unawares." "I hoped there might be some doubt," he said.
"There was none in my mind.

I foresaw it.

Listen to me: twice in a woman's life a woman becomes a prophetess.

That fatal clairvoyance is permitted to a woman twice in her life--and the second time it is neither for herself that she foresees the future, nor for him whom she loves...." "I wish--I wish--" he hesitated; and she flushed brightly.
"I know what you wish, Kelly dear.