"Giff, dear," she asked, "did you observe, last Sunday, how ill poor little Lois looked ?" "No," he said, somewhat startled.
"Ah, yes," said Miss Ruth, nodding her head so that the white asters trembled, "she has never really gotten over that disappointment about young Forsythe." "But she was not engaged to him," responded Gifford boldly.
"Not engaged," Miss Deborah admitted, "but she fully expected to be.
He did not treat her honorably; there is no doubt of that.

But her affections were unalterably his." "How do you know that ?" demanded her nephew.
"Why, my dear child," said Miss Ruth, "there is no doubt of it.

Adele Dale told dear Deborah the whole story.

Of course she had it from Lois." "Not that it makes the slightest difference in my position," Gifford thought, as he sat crowding down the pain of it, and looking at Lois, sitting in the rosy light of the window of the left transept.

"I am just where I was before, and I'll tell her, if it does not seem to bother her." After church, there was the usual subdued gossip about the door, and while Gifford waited for his aunts, who had something to say to the rector, he listened to Mrs.Dale, who said in her incisive voice, "Isn't it too bad Helen isn't here?
I should think, whether she wanted to or not, she'd come for her husband's sake." Even the apology of death had not made Mrs.Dale pardon John Ward.
But Mr.Dale mildly interjected,--"She would stay away for his sake, if she did not really want to come." To which Mrs.Dale responded, "Fudge!" Miss Deborah also spoke of her absence to Lois.