In a
second Vesta lifted her head defiantly.
"I had no notion of breaking out like this when I came up," she said
quietly. "I was going to be very adroit. I intended to give you a
friendly boost along the right road, if I could. But it has all been
bubbling inside me for a long time. You perhaps think it very
unwomanly--but I don't care much what you think. My little heartache
is incidental, one of the things life deals us whether we will or not.
But if you care in the least for your husband, for God's sake make some
effort, some sacrifice of your own petty little desires, to make his
road a little pleasanter, a little less gray than it must be now.
You'll be well repaid--if you are the kind that must always be paid in
full. Don't be a stiff-necked idiot. That's all I wanted to say.
Good-by!"
She was at the door when she finished. The click of the closing catch
stirred Hazel to speech and action.
"Vesta, Vesta!" she cried, and ran out into the corridor.
But Vesta Lorimer neither heeded nor halted. And Hazel went back to
her room, quivering. Sometimes the truth is bitter and stirs to wrath.
And mingled with other emotions was a dull pang of jealousy--the first
she had ever known.
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