He is quite sure." She tried to calm herself and smile.

But the smile quivered and ended in a pathetic contortion of her face.

In the hope of gaining decent self-control, she bent down to pick up the dropped roses.

Before she had picked up two, she let all the rest fall, and sank kneeling among them, her face in her hands.
"Oh, Hester, Hester!" she panted, with sweet, stupid unconciousness of the other woman's heaving chest and glaring eyes.

"It has come to me too, actually, after all.".