She knew in her heart she had been
somewhat prejudiced, and told herself that the unpleasantness of it
should have counted as nothing compared with Tom's love, All this she
had seen long before she confessed it even to herself; probably, but
for the grief that had lowered her pride, she never would have so
confessed.
She sat musing in the firelight as she had done a year ago, when a
card was brought to her.
'Mrs. Henry Carlton! I know no one of that name. Show the lady in.'
A lady, dressed handsomely, but with Quaker-like simplicity, then
entered, and Mary recognised Louise Cowell.
After the first embarrassment of meeting had passed, Louise told
Mary of her marriage with one of the 'dearest men in the world,' that
they had just returned from their wedding trip, and had so timed
their arrival as to meet Tom on his return from Europe.
'It was only last night we heard of your father's death, and then,
dear Mary, I could not refrain from coming to tell you how sorry I
am.'
'Tears filled Mary's eyes at the mention of her father.
'I am very much obliged to you, Louise, and heartily glad to see
you.
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