Pool had returned lady Rena's smile with one of his own, a smile of equal sincerity; he had looked at Henry when Reena spoke in her ?tone of mock sympathy to Mary, not quite knowing what to think. ?He nodded in agreement when she stated that no one's shortcomings are the responsibility of another, true enough, I suppose, mistress, it's just¡ I tend to feel responsible somehow, which is I suppose a shortcoming of my own. ?When the entire discourse was done, he had dragged Mary out of the room, and had given her the lecture, with only the first few words of their argument able to be heard, as they moved farther and farther from the door of the master bedroom. ?She had tried to sound sincere when she had congratulated Rena, and nodded her agreement about her trying to make Henry happy, she had also dutifully nodded when the mistress spoke of the clothes being ready when they woke up. ?But now, alone in her room, she threw herself, facedown up on her bed, and cried into her pillow, now and then sobbing¡ I hate her, I hate her, I hate her every bit as much is I, love¡ Him. ?I care not if he is old enough to be my grandsire, I love him more than she could love him in 1 million years.
God loves you.
Kat