That had been the chink in her armour, and
through that she had been pierced again and again, till she was
vanquished at last.
She felt too weary now, too utterly overwhelmed by circumstances,
to care what happened. Yes, she would cable to Guy as she had
said. But her confidence was gone. She was convinced already that
no word would come back in answer out of the void that had
swallowed him,
She went through the evening as one in a dream. People offered her
laughing congratulations, and she never knew how she received them.
She seemed to be groping her way through an all-enveloping mist of
despair.
One episode only stood out clearly from all the rest, and that was
when all were assembled at supper and out of the gay hubbub she
caught the sound of her own name. Then for a few intolerable
moments she became vividly alive to that which was passing around
her. She knew that George Preston's arm encircled her, and that
everyone present had risen to drink to their happiness.
As soon as it was over she crept away like a wounded thing and hid
herself. Only a miracle could save her now.
CHAPTER V
THE MIRACLE
"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Ingleton, rising to kiss her
step-daughter on the following morning, "I consider you are a
very--lucky--girl."
Sylvia received the kiss and passed on without reply.
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