What is the
winning of a tripos to me? What do I want with honors and
distinctions? Everything is barren to me. My life has no flavor in it.
I loved Annabel, and she is gone. Without meaning it, I broke
Annabel's heart. Without meaning it, I caused my darling's death, and
now my own heart is broken, for I love Geoffrey-- I love him, and I
can never, under any circumstances, be his wife. He misunderstands
me-- he thinks me cold, wicked, heartless-- and I can never, never set
myself right with him. Soon he will grow tired of me and give his
heart to some one else, and perhaps marry some one else. When he does,
I too shall die. Yes, whatever happens, I must go away from St.
Benet's."
Maggie's tears always came slowly; she put up her handkerchief to wipe
them away. It was little wonder that when she returned from her drive
her head was no better.
"We must put off the rehearsal," said Nancy Banister, She came into
Maggie's room and spoke vehemently. "I saw you at lunch, Maggie: you
ate nothing-- you spoke with an effort. I know your head is worse. You
must lie down, and, unless you are better soon, I will ask Miss Heath
to send for a doctor."
"No doctor will cure me," said Maggie. "Give me a kiss, Nance; let me
rest my head against yours for a moment.
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