"I _am_ glad," said Gwenda.
She _was_ glad. She was determined to be glad. She looked glad. And
she kissed Mary and said again that she was very glad.
But as she walked back the four miles up Garthdale under Karva, she
felt an aching at her heart which was odd considering how glad she
was.
She said to herself, "I _will_ be glad. I want Mary to be happy. Why
shouldn't I be glad? It's not as if it could make any difference."