Suddenlyshefelttheneedtospeak。Thewordysilencetroubledher。Mother，Mother，shecried，whydoeshelovemesomuch？IknowwhyIlovehim。Ilovehimbecauseheislikewhatlovehimselfshouldbe。Butwhatdoesheseeinme？Iamnotworthyofhim。Andyet——why，I
cannottell——thoughIfeelsomuchbeneathhim，Idon’tfeelhumble。I
feelproud，terriblyproud。Mother，didyoulovemyfatherasIlovePrinceCharming？
Theelderwomangrewpalebeneaththecoarsepowderthatdaubedhercheeks，andherdrylipstwitchedwithaspasmofpain。Sybilrushedtoher，flungherarmsroundherneck，andkissedher。Forgiveme，Mother。
Iknowitpainsyoutotalkaboutourfather。Butitonlypainsyoubecauseyoulovedhimsomuch。Don’tlooksosad。Iamashappyto-dayasyouweretwentyyearsago。Ah！letmebehappyforever！