She recalled not herself only, but all her women-friends and acquaintances.

She thought of them on the one day of their triumph, when they had stood like Kitty under the wedding crown, with love and hope and dread in their hearts, renouncing the past, and stepping forward into the mysterious future.

Among the brides that came back to her memory, she thought too of her darling Anna, of whose proposed divorce she had just been hearing.

And she had stood just as innocent in orange flowers and bridal veil.