"The
only reason I didn't fall in love with him was because it was no use.
But he's the sort of man--there are not many of them!--who would make
a woman love him to desperation if he loved her himself. And she'd
never forget him."
"I don't believe it," said Mrs. Ballinger coldly. "I never believed
that Madeleine was in love with Langdon Masters. A good woman loves
only her husband."
"Oh, mamma!" wailed Sally. "Madeleine is young, and the doctor's a
dear but he wasn't the sort of a man for her at all. He just
attracted her when she was a girl because he was so different from
the men she knew. But Langdon is exactly suited to her. I guessed it
before any of you did. It worried me dreadfully, but I sympathized--I
always admired Langdon--if he'd looked at me before I fell in love
with Hal I believe I'd have married him--but I wish, oh, how I wish,
Madeleine could get a divorce."
"Sally Ballinger!" Her mother's voice quavered. "This terrible
California! If you had been brought up in Virginia--"
"But I wasn't. And I mean what I say. And--and--it's true about
Madeleine. I went there the other day and she saw me--and--oh, I
never meant to tell it--it's too terrible!"
"So," said Mrs. McLane. "So," She added thoughtfully after a moment.
"It's a curious coincidence.
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