" And there was a comprehension so deep in her look that
Mary knew it was deeper than her own, and somehow founded on some
subtler feeling than her own. "When two people want so much--care so
much to be together," Miss Vanderpoel added quite slowly--even as if the
words rather forced themselves from her, "it seems as if the whole world
ought to help them--everything in the world--the very wind, and rain,
and sun, and stars--oh, things have no RIGHT to keep them apart."
Mary stared at her, moved and fascinated. She scarcely knew that she
caught at her hand.
"I have never been in the state that Jane is," she poured forth. "And I
can't understand how she can be such a fool, but--but we care about each
other more than most girls do--perhaps because we have had no people.
And it's the kind of thing there is no use talking against, it seems.
It's killing the youngness in her. If it ends miserably, it will be as
if she had had an illness, and got up from it a faded, done-for spinster
with a stretch of hideous years to live. Her blue eyes will look like
boiled gooseberries, because she will have cried all the colour out of
them. Oh! You UNDERSTAND! I see you do."
Before she had finished both Miss Vanderpoel's hands were holding hers.
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