I ought not to have loved you. That is my crime, is it
not?"

"Yes; perhaps that is your crime, if you want to put it so," said Milly.
"I don't blame you, you know. You could not help it. But your love has
always been a prison. As long as I was contented in the prison you made
it a very charming place to live in. But when I wanted to be free, to
have other, deeper, realler loves, I knew that I had a gaoler to get
past, a gaoler who would not kill me, but whom I would have to kill. So
that I sat in my cell and did not dare turn the key in the lock for fear
of what would happen to you. And it isn't true to say that you left the
door open. You pretended to, of course. But when I did make my one
effort, when I did try to creep out under your eyes, you turned the key
on me quickly enough. The walk this morning. You knew that I hoped for
it alone. You knew that it was our last chance."

While Milly spoke these words to her, Christina sat with her head bent
down and her hands pressed tightly together in her lap, and it seemed to
her that she was weeping inwardly, tears of blood. It was shame,
unutterable shame, that she felt, mixed with the anguish, and weighing
her down to the earth. Shame for what she had done in sacrifice to the
love she heard thus abused; shame for the truth, the cruel half-truth,
in Milly's words; and shame for Milly that she could find it in her to
speak such words to her. Deeper? Realler? Could any love, though tricked
out in romantic conventions, be deeper or realler than the love she had
for Milly? In the innermost chambers of her heart she knew that, in
spite of the cruel half-truth, what Milly said was not the whole. She
would--oh yes, she would have given her up--with gladness--as a mother
gives up her child--to a love that she could have recognized as
ennobling. It had not been her own selfish clinging, only, that had
nerved her. It had been the thought of Milly's truest good. And if she
were to say this to Milly, she knew now what withering laughter she
would hear.

The thought of this laughter from Milly's lips, of Milly's cruelty to
her, hunted her down the first turning of concealment open to her. "I
didn't want to come with you," she said. "You made me come. But I was
glad--for your sake--because it shielded you. You had made it so obvious
to him that you wanted it to be alone. I thought that you had made it
too obvious."

Milly drew a long breath and a vivid red mounted to her cheeks. Fo