CHAPTER XXII

I Life, of course, went on in spite of its dreadfulness. The routine of existence doesn’t stop because one is miserable. There were even some moments that were not altogether bad. Emily again measured her strength with pain and again conquered. With the Murray pride and the Starr reserve at her elbow she wrote Ilse a letter of good wishes with which nobody could have found fault. If that were only all she had to do! If only people wouldn’t keep on talking to her about Ilse and Teddy. The engagement was announced in…