I've not been
so--so disloyal--to anybody else." She smiled as she quoted the word
against him.
"One must admire him," said Marchmont.
May Quisante laughed at his tone almost scornfully. "The way you say that
shows how little you understand," she exclaimed. "It's not a bit like
that." She took a step nearer to him. "When it comes," she said slowly,
"I shan't shed a single tear, but I shall feel that my life's over. He'll
have had it all."
"God forbid you should feel anything like that," he said, looking up at
her.
She laughed again, asking bitterly, "Does God forbid what Alexander
wants--except one thing? And what I tell you is what he would want. He
would want to have had it all."
He raised his hand in protest.
"You're right; we won't talk any more," she said. "But don't think that
it's all only because I'm overwrought, or something feminine of that
kind. It's the truth. When it comes, Aunt Maria'll die and I shall live;
but the difference won't be as great as it sounds."
This time he was about to speak, but she stopped him, saying, "No, no
more now.
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