"I never had anything nice in my life till I met him," the girl
continued incoherently--"I had always been poor and pinched and wretched
and second-rate; even my pictures were never first-rate, though I worked
and worked all I knew to make them so. And then I met Cecil Farquhar,
and I loved him, and everything became different, and I didn't mind
being second-rate if only he would care for me. And he did; and I
thought that I should always be as happy as I was then, and that nothing
would ever be able to hurt me any more. Oh! I was so happy--so
happy--and I was such a fool, I thought it would last forever! I worked
hard and saved every penny that I could, and so did he; and we should
have been married next year if you hadn't come and spoiled it all, and
taken him away from me. And what is it to you now that you have got him?
You are too proud and cold to love him, or anybody else, and he doesn't
care for you a millionth part as much as he cares for me; yet just
because you have money and fame he has left me for you. And I love him
so--I love him so!" Here Quenelda's sobs choked her utterance, and her
torrent of words was stopped by tears.
"Come and sit down beside me and tell me quietly what is the matter,"
said Elisabeth gently; "I can do nothing and understand nothing while
you go on like this. But you are wrong in supposing that I took your
lover from you purposely; I did not even know that he was a friend of
yours. He ought to have told me."
"No, no; he couldn't tell you. Don't you see that the temptation was
too strong for him? He cares so much for rank and money, and things like
that, my poor Cecil! And all his life he has had to do without them. So
when he met you, and realized that if he married you he would have all
the things he wanted most in the world, he couldn't resist it. The fault
was yours for tempting him, and letting him see that he could have you
for the asking; you knew him well enough to see how weak he was, and
what a hold worldly things had over him; and you ought to have allowed
for this in dealing with him."
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