Letting her arms fall helplessly, she sat with downcast eyes and pondered.

A husband, a man, a strong dominant and strangely attractive being rose in her imagination, and carried her into a totally different happy world of his own.

She fancied a child, her own--such as she had seen the day before in the arms of her nurse's daughter--at her own breast, the husband standing by and gazing tenderly at her and the child.

" But no, it is impossible, I am too ugly," she thought.

"Please come to tea.