And with the old pantherine twist
of her body she slid from her easy-chair to the ground and buried her
face on my knees.
And that is the end of my story. We were quietly married three weeks
afterwards. Agatha, wishing to humour a maniac for whom she retained an
unreasonable affection, came to the wedding and treated Lola as only a
sweet lady could. But my doings passed her understanding. As for Jane,
my other sister, she cast me from her. People who did these things, she
maintained, must bear the consequences. I bore them bravely. It is only
now that my name is beginning to be noised abroad as that of one who
speaks with some knowledge on certain social questions that Jane holds
out the olive branch of fraternal peace. After a brief honeymoon Lola
insisted on joining me in Barbara's Building. A set of rooms next to
mine was vacant, and Campion, who welcomed a new worker, had the two
sets thrown into what house-agents term a commodious flat. She is now
Lady Superior of the Institution. The title is Campion's, and for some
odd feminine reason Lola is delighted with it.
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