— 13 —Susan was aroused from the mental discomforts of her drifting days by reading in the Morning Post of the death of Lady Curle. Mrs. Sacret had to exert her full authority to curb her friend’s outburst. Casting off her sometimes heavy, sometimes frivolous apathy, the desperate young woman declared she must and would have a divorce and marry “the only man I ever loved.” Mrs. Sacret only soothed this dangerous fury by promising all possible help in the future—“If only you will be a little reasonable now, Susan.”
“But he may marry again. He doesn’t know that I still care. Oh, why was I so hasty! I should have waited. The doctors told me that Elizabeth Curle might live for years! And we were being talked of. The only way to silence people seemed to get married again.”
“I don’t understand
