"
And when she was in her hansom hurrying Chelseawards, she felt with a
sigh that it was a harmless lie.
"She is a dear, poor Felicite, and when Victor has told her that I will
not marry Theo, and I have gone away--she will be less troubled."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As she went up the stairs in the house in Tite Street, Brigit recalled
the occasion of her other visit there and shuddered. Poor Carron. Could
it have been partly her fault?
And that was her only tribute to his memory. Essentially selfish though
the girl was, she was no hypocrite, and it did not occur to her now to
make excuses for the man simply because he was dead.
But it had been just here at the turning of the dusty stairs that he had
waylaid her on her way down after her first love scene with Joyselle,
and she could not pass without recalling it.
Then she had been gloriously happy, feeling, because she and Victor
loved each other, that the world was theirs; now she came a
broken-willed, frightened woman, to plead with the man who had put her
out of his life, to take her back. She would tell him that no matter
what happened, she would never marry Theo, and--then, when he realised
that she meant this, she would beg him to take her back.
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