In the morning she had strongly hoped, now she believed.
She no longer walked by faith but in full vision, and she trod with
the grace of a queen who knows her power in the realm that woman
loves best. The glow of her eyes, her repressed excitement, that
vitalized everything she said or did, mystified while they charmed
her guest. "She has become true to nature," he thought, "and like
nature is full of mysterious changes, for which we know not the
cause. At one time it is a sharp north wind, again the south wind.
This morning there was a sudden shower of tears, and before it was
over the sunlight of smiles flashed through them. Now she appears
like a June morning, and I pray the weather holds."
"Oh," thought Ida, in the wild, mad glee of her heart, "how can I
behave myself and look innocent and unconscious, seeing what I do?
He is my very good friend is he? I wish for only one such friend
in the world. It wouldn't be proper to have another. Oh, but isn't
it rich to see how unconscious he is of himself! He is passing into
an exceedingly acute attack of my own complaint, and the poor man
doesn't know what is the matter. I don't believe he ever looked
at Jennie Burton as he looks at me.
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