But her mother did not notice her, and went on; "So my love had time to
grow. Its roots were twined round my heart; and when he left me, and
tore the roots out of me, I thought he had torn my heart out with them."
"Like me," said Marjolaine, below her breath.
Madame drew her closer, and whispered, "Would you like to know his
name?"
There was something in her mother's voice which told Marjolaine her
mother had some special reason for asking her. "Yes; what was it?" she
asked, hushed, and very tenderly.
Her mother looked straight into her eyes and answered slowly,
"Jack--Sayle."