She put them behind her.
"We are very good friends," she said. But Delight was too engrossed
to notice the deeper note in her voice. "I'll see what I can do.
But don't count on me too much. You spoke of a girl. I suppose I
know who it is."
"Probably. It is Marion Hayden. He is engaged to her."
And again Audrey marveled at her poise, for Delight's little tragedy
was clear by that time. Clear, and very sad.
"I can't imagine his really being in love with her."
"But he must be. They are engaged."
Audrey smiled at the simple philosophy of nineteen, smiled and was
extremely touched. How brave the child was! Audrey's own
courageous heart rather swelled in admiration.
But after Delight had gone, she felt depressed again, and very tired.
How badly these things were handled! How strange it was that love
so often brought suffering! Great loves were almost always great
tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until
the element of sacrifice entered into it.
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