After all, I am myself, and I can't become somebody else, and certainly shouldn't care to, if I could." Dyce began to laugh forbearingly.
"Come, come," he said, "what's all this wrangling about?
Row did it begin?
That's the extraordinary thing with women; one gets so easily off the track, and runs one doesn't know where.

What was I saying?
Oh, simply that I couldn't be sure, yet, whether Hollingford would suit me.
Let us keep to the higher plane.

It's safer than too familiar detail." Iris was not to be so easily composed.

She remarked a change in her friend since he had ceased to be Leonard's tutor; he seemed to hold her in slighter esteem, a result, no doubt, of the larger prospects opening before him.

She was jealous of old Lady Ogram, whose place and wealth gave her such power to shape a man's fortunes.