Jelnik? About his being in love with somebody
else, I mean."
"I don't know what makes you think so."
"Don't you? I'll show you," she said, and swung me around to face a
mirror. "_That's_ what makes me think so. Sophy Smith, unless he's a
liar--and Peacocks and Ivory couldn't be a liar to save his
life--the woman Nicholas Jelnik loves looks back at you every time
you look in the glass."
I shook my head. I have never been able to tell pleasant lies to
myself.
"Well, we'll see what we'll see! I told you once before that you
hadn't caught up with the change in yourself." And she kissed me and
laughed. It came to me that she couldn't have cared much for him,
herself, to be able to laugh that light-heartedly.
* * * * *
When Miss Emmeline and the English folk were leaving Hynds House,
everybody in Hyndsville turned out to say "Good-by." Even our lanky
old Judge was on hand, with a great bunch of carnations and a huge
box of bonbons for Miss Emmeline.
"Sophy," Miss Emmeline said, smiling, "I don't see anything left for
me to do but come back to Hyndsville, do you?"
"No, I don't. And come soon.
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