CHAPTER XXVII — MRS HURTLE GOES TO THE PLAY
On the day after the visit just recorded, Paul Montague received the following letter from Mrs Hurtle:—
My dear Paul,—
I think that perhaps we hardly made ourselves understood to each other yesterday, and I am sure that you do not understand how absolutely my whole life is now at stake. I need only refer you to our journey from San Francisco to London to make you conscious that I really love you. To a woman such love is all important. She cannot throw it from her as a man may do amidst the affairs of the world. Nor, if it has to be thrown from her, can she bear the loss as a man bears it. Her thoughts have dwelt on it with more constancy than...