Weldon watched her steadily for a moment;
then he turned to go away.
For another moment, Ethel stared after him, heedless now of the
drops that were sliding down her cheeks. Then, of a sudden, she
found her voice. "Wait!" she said, as she stepped forward with a
swift gesture which was wholly imploring, wholly feminine. "It may
have been final; but finality is not always truth."
He halted at her words.
"And you mean?"
"I mean," she answered him; "I mean that then, and now, and always,
I loved one man, and he--" she caught her breath; then she lifted
her head proudly; "was you. The rest was all a mistake; but I did
what I thought was best."
Weldon bowed his head.
"No matter now," he answered.
Then, taking her hand, he led her back to the open window where they
stood together long, while, in the room beyond, an anxious colonel
threaded his way to and fro in the crowd, impatiently hunting the
partner in whose memory he had ceased to exist.
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