It is all very well to think about truth, but it seems to me he ought to think about you." "But don't you see," Helen explained, still vaguely hoping that Lois would understand, "he thinks only of me?
Why, Lois, it is all for me." Lois's face was flushed with excitement.

"I don't care!" she cried, "it is cruel--cruel--cruel!" Helen looked at her steadily a moment, and then she said patiently, "The motive is what makes cruelty, Lois.

And can't you see that it is only because of his love that he does this?
If he loved me less, he could not do it." "Heavens!" Lois exclaimed, springing to her feet, "I wish he loved you less, then! No, there is no use saying things like that, Helen; he is narrow and bigoted,--he is a cruel fanatic." She did not see that Helen had half risen from her chair, and was watching her with gleaming eyes.
"He actually prides himself on being able to make you suffer,--you read me that yourself out of his letter.

He's a bad man, and I'm glad you've done with him"-- She would have said more, but Helen had followed her swiftly across the room, and grasping her arm until the girl cried out with pain, she put her hand over those relentless young lips.

"Hush!" she cried, in a terrible voice; "do not dare to speak so to me! If I hear such words again, I shall leave this house.