become dear to her, was beyond her power.
Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine's skirt, and, fingering a
line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it.
"I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn't
think that I'm going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone,
"because he doesn't care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her
head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt.
"It's a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary's
words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk.
"You don't mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself.
"No, no," said Katharine; "but you're mistaken, aren't you?" She was,
in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She
disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of
it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She
looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension.
But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without
understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay
back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as
if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes.
"There are some things, don't you think, that one can't be mistaken
about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me
about this question of being in love. I've always prided myself upon
being reasonable," she added. "I didn't think I could have felt this--I
mean if the other person didn't. I was foolish. I let myself pretend."
Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing
herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There's no
doubt about that.... I'm tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little
forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her
brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant.
Katharine thought to herself, "That's how it feels then." She hesitated,
with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low
tone, "You've got that."
"Yes," said Mary; "I've got that. One wouldn't NOT be in love.... But
I didn't mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There's
another thing I want to tell you..." She paused. "I haven't any
authority from Ralph to say it; but I'm sure of this--he's in love with
you."
Katharine looked at her agai
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