"Oh, you were there, then," she cried. "And you?" she asked
eagerly--"you thought Phil cared for me--that we are engaged, and
it hurt you; you are sorry? Tell me," she demanded, "are you
sorry?"

Helen drew back and stretched out her hand toward the door.

"How can you! she exclaimed, indignantly. "You have no right."

Marion stood between her and the door.

"I have every right," she said, "to help my friends, and I want
to help you and Philip. And indeed I do hope you ARE sorry.
I hope you are miserable. And I'm glad you saw me kiss him.
That was the first and the last time, and I did it because I was
happy and glad for him; and because I love him too, but not in
the least in the way he loves you. No one ever loved any one as
he loves you. And it's time you found it out. And if I have
helped to make you find it out I'm glad, and I don't care how
much I hurt you."

"Marion!" exclaimed Helen," what does it mean? Do you mean
that you are not engaged; that--"

"Certainly not," Marion answered. "I am going to marry Reggie.
It is you that Philip loves, and I am very sorry for you that you
don't love him."

Helen clasped Marion's hands in both of hers.