"
"Yes, she has married Derry," Drusilla stood staring into the little
round stove.
She roused herself presently. "I call them Babes in the Wood. They
seem so young, and yet Derry isn't really young--it is only that
there's such a radiant air about him."
Hilda's bitterness broke forth. "Why shouldn't he be radiant? Life
has given him everything. It has given her everything; in a way it has
given you everything. I am the one who goes without--it looks as if I
should always go without the things I want."
"Don't think that," Drusilla said in her pleasant fashion. "Nobody is
set apart--and some day you will see it. Did you know that Derry may
be over now at any time, and that Jean is to stay with the General?"
"Yes," Hilda moved restlessly. There came to her a vision of the big
house, of the shadowed room, of the room beyond, and of herself in a
tiara, with ermine on her cloak.
What a dream it had been, and she had waked to this!
She rose. "If Dr. McKenzie doesn't take me back he may be sorry. Will
you write to him?"
"I shall see him Saturday--in Paris. I have promised to dine with him.
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