He remembered many things, but even to her in his present mood he could not allude to them;--how he had kissed her at the Falls, how she had bade him not come back to the house because his presence to her was insupportable; how she had again encouraged him to come, and had then forbidden him to accept even an invitation to dinner from her husband.

And he remembered too the fierceness of her anger to him when he told her of his love for Violet Effingham.

"I must insist upon it," she continued, "that you shall take me now as I really am,--as your dearest friend, your sister, your mother, if you will.
I know what I am.

Were my husband not still living it would be the same.

I should never under any circumstances marry again.