Sybil dear, Kirk and I had the most awful quarrel the other day. We--we
actually decided it would be better for us to separate. It was all my
fault. I had neglected Kirk, and I had neglected Bill, and Kirk
couldn't stand it any longer. But now that this has happened, don't you
see that it will be all right again? You can't stand on your dignity
when you're up against real trouble. If this had not happened, neither
of us would have had the pluck to make the first move; but now, you
see, we shall just naturally fall into each other's arms and be happy
again, he and I and Bill, just as we were before."
"It must be lovely for you having Bill," said little Mrs. Bailey
wistfully. "I wish--"
She stopped. There was a corner of her mind into which she could not
admit any one, even Ruth.
"Having him ought to have been enough for any woman." Ruth's voice was
serious. "It was enough for me in the old days when we were at the
studio. What fools women are sometimes! I suppose I lost my head,
coming suddenly into all that money--I don't know why; for it was not
as if I had not had plenty of time, when father was alive, to get used
to the idea of being rich. I think it must have been the unexpectedness
of it. I certainly did behave as if I had gone mad. Goodness! I'm glad
it's over and that we can make a fresh start.
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