Better to seal its pages and never break the seal. Better never to
reread what had been written there. If she had been mistaken in
giving her love where it was not desired, not only should the world
never be aware of the fact; but she herself would ignore the
existence of that mistake. She had loved Weldon with all the energy
of her headstrong, girlish nature. She had supposed that he had
loved her in return. Instead of that, he had gone away and left her
without a word, just when her need for him was the greatest. No man
in his senses could have seen the agony of that last hour she had
spent with Captain Frazer, and failed to understand the pitiful,
appealing look she had cast upon him. Unable to escape the agony,
she had given this tacit call to Weldon to share it with her, to
understand, and to forgive. She had been sure she could trust him;
but it was evident that she had trusted him in vain. In the hour of
her supremest need, he had gone away and left her alone. No man who
cared for her could have forsaken her in such a crisis as that. Her
lips curved into a hard little smile, as she sat rocking to and fro
in the sunshine, and, going back over a past which she had rarely
allowed herself to reopen.
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