"Oh--anywhere! She went, not because she had anywhere to go, but just because she wouldn't stay here." "But--I don't understand you! I thought this was where she wanted to stay." "More than anything else in the world. And that was why she went--don't you see? She went because of her mother and father and sisters--whom you supposed she never gave a thought to. She went because of Mysinger and me." The two advanced friends stood among the shrubs of the Arlington winter garden, beside a little tinkling grotto. In silence, Charles dropped a pebble down among the dusky forms of fish. "Of course," said Mary, slowly, "I told her a story about--my trouble at the High School. But I could see that she knew all the time. I'm sure now that was what decided her to go--by herself. Some friend or other got her some sort of position--in Philadelphia. Of course she went without saying anything to me...." Her voice, which could be so annoyingly calm at times, was deeply troubled. Charles expressed sympathies, with haste; and, indeed, he felt them now, oddly and disturbingly. It was as if Miss Trevenna, by that simple act of getting down off other people's backs, had too suddenly upset his whole opinion of her. "Don't you think, after all," he said presently, "it may be easier for her somewhere else for a while, than--" "Oh, easier in a way, yes! But I know she felt, and I think, too, that her only hope of really putting her life together again, ever, was here--where she broke it in two. To go and bury herself among strangers won't ever settle anything. Oh," exclaimed Mary, "if she could only, only _marry_ now! I suppose people might stop thinking of her as a pariah then, I suppose she might come back! But what's the use of hoping? She's still crazily in love with that man, you see." "What!--she _is_! Why'd she leave him then--?" The former principal regarded him, drawing on her gloves. She had dark eyebrows, well-marked and unusually arched; they gave a peculiar intentness to her blue gaze, and a faint habitual interrogativeness. Now, perhaps at the young man's expression, she laughed, suddenly and naturally. Her spirit was not broken certainly. "And women are really so awfully simple, too! Of course she left him, Mr. Garrott, because she didn't think he cared enough for her any longer to--justify her." And, grave again, she asked, directly: "Have you really doubted that she has a higher ideal of love than half the good people who've wanted to run her out of the city and stone her?"