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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I daresay when I have seen her she will tell you about all these places." "My sister shall do as she pleases," said Gwladys, a sweet smile chasing away the momentary look of anger; "it will make no difference in our love for each other she is part of me, and the best part; I am part of her, and the worst part."
Before she had time to conjecture further, the door was opened by a servant man, who seemed rather flustered as the visitor entered quickly, unannounced. She had merely asked him, "Miss Gwladys Powell lives here?" and, receiving an answer in the affirmative, had walked into the hall and followed the puzzled man to the drawing-room door.
"I will tell you all I can, Gwladys, the rest I must keep to myself, even though you should spurn me and cast me from you to-morrow, for I have promised one who is dearer to me than life itself, and nothing shall make me break that promise. Gwladys, I have loved, but but I have lost."
As she entered the room in the dim twilight, Gwladys stood still with astonishment, while William so far forgot himself as to stand open-mouthed with his hand on the door-handle, until Gwladys said, "The lamps, William," when he disappeared suddenly. The visitor stood for one moment frightened and doubtful. "I am Valmai," she said, approaching Gwladys with her hands extended.
"Valmai?" said Gwladys, taking both the offered hands. "I don't know the name but surely, surely, we are sisters! You are my twin-sister. Oh, I have heard the old story, and have longed for and dreamt of this meeting all my life," and in a moment the two girls were clasped to each other's hearts.
Gwladys!" she said, between her sobs, "yes, I have hidden something from you. Something, oh, everything the very point and meaning of my life. And I must still hide it from you. Gwladys, can you trust me? Can you believe your sister is pure and good when she tells you that the last eighteen months of her life must be hidden from you?
"Yes, I am afraid, indeed," said the girl; "but you should have heard me two years ago. I could scarcely speak any English then!" "Well, my dear, I hope Gwladys won't catch your Welsh accent; but the Merediths have it very strongly themselves." "Oh! I hope they will like me," said Valmai. "I must not count my chickens before they are hatched!"
"Oh, see," she said playfully, "there is a difference that little pink mole on my arm. Valmai, you haven't got it." "No," said Valmai, critically examining her wrist, with rather a dissatisfied look, "I haven't got that; but in everything else we are just alike. How lovely you are, Gwladys." "And you, Valmai, how sweet." And again they embraced each other.
"You are mine by every law of God and man, and I will not let you go." Then suddenly changing into a tone of excited entreaty, he said, "Come, darling, trust me once more, and I will bring back the light of love into those frozen eyes, and I will kiss back warmth into those haughty lips." "Away!" said Gwladys. "Do you wish, then, never to see me again?" "Never!" she said.
"I know very little of the world," said Gwladys, speaking in cold tones, "and still less of men; but the little I know of them has made me despise them. Three times I have been sought in marriage, and three times I have found something dishonourable in the men who said they loved me. Love! What do men know of love? Fortunately my heart was untouched; but you, Valmai, have been weaker.
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