It was the one great
passion of their lives, and both were proud, and each thought the
other in the wrong, and so they have kept apart ever since. And--well,
I believe that is all."
Miss Catherwaight had listened in silence and with one little gloved
hand tightly clasping the other.
"Indeed, Mr. Latimer, indeed," she began, tremulously, "I am terribly
ashamed of myself. I seemed to have rushed in where angels fear to
tread. I wouldn't meet Mr. Lockwood _now_ for worlds. Of course I
might have known there was a woman in the case, it adds so much to the
story. But I suppose I must give up my medal. I never could tell that
story, could I?"
"No," said young Latimer, dryly; "I wouldn't if I were you."
Something in his tone, and something in the fact that he seemed to
avoid her eyes, made her drop the lighter vein in which she had been
speaking, and rise to go. There was much that he had not told her, she
suspected, and when she bade him good-by it was with a reserve which
she had not shown at any other time during their interview.
"I wonder who that woman was?" she murmured, as young Latimer turned
from the brougham door and said "Home," to the groom. She thought
about it a great deal that afternoon; at times she repented that she
had given up the medal, and at times she blushed that she should have
been carried in her zeal into such an unwarranted intimacy with
another's story.
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