"No," said Betty, "it was right and brave of you to tell me the whole truth. Oh, truth's the only thing that's any good!" Lady St. Craye also thought it a useful thing--in moderation. She rose. "I'll never forget what you're doing for me," she said. "You're a girl in thousand. Look here, my dear: I'm not blind. Don't think I don't value what you're doing. You cared for him in England a little,--and you care a little now. And everything I've said tonight has hurt you hatefully. And you didn't know you cared. You thought it was friendship, didn't you--till you thought I'd come to tell you that something had happened to him. And then you _knew_. I'm going to accept your sacrifice. I've got to. I can't live if I don't. But I don't want you to think I don't know what a sacrifice it is. I know better than you do--at this moment. No--don't say anything. I don't want to force your confidence. But I do understand." "I wish everything was different," said Betty. "Yes. You're thinking, aren't you, that if it hadn't been for Mr. Vernon you'd rather have liked me? And I know now that if it hadn't been for him I should have been very fond of you. And even as it is--" She put her arms round Betty and spoke close to her ear. "You're doing more for me than anyone has ever done for me in my life," she said--"more than I'd do for you or any woman. And I love you for it. Dear brave little girl. I hope it isn't going to hurt very badly. I love you for it--and I'll never forget it to the day I die. Kiss me and try to forgive me." The two clung together for an instant. "Good-bye," said Lady St. Craye in quite a different voice. "I'm sorry I made a scene. But, really, sometimes I believe one isn't quite sane. Let me write the Grez address. I wish I could think of any set of circumstances in which you'd be pleased to see me again." "I'll pack to-night," said Betty. "I hope _you'll_ be happy anyway. Do you know I think I have been hating you rather badly without quite knowing it." "Of course you have," said the other heartily, "but you don't now. Of course you won't leave your address here? If you do that you might as well not go away at all!" "I'm not quite a fool," said Betty. "No," said the other with a sigh, "it's I that am the fool. You're--No, I won't say what you are. But--Well. Good night, dear. Try not to hate me again when you come to think it all over quietly." CHAPTER XX. WAKING-UP TIME. Dear Mr. Vernon. This is to thank you very much for all your help and criticism of my work, and to say good-bye. I am called away quite suddenly, so I can't thank you in person, but I shall never forget your kindness. Please remember me to Lady St. Craye. I suppose you will be married quite soon now. And I am sure you will both be very happy. Yours very sincerely, Elizabeth Desmond.