Good will there was none; its growth, if at all possible, would depend upon Ida herself.

There was even something very like a gleam of hate in her dark eyes when Ida's name was first spoken.
"When may I bring her!" Waymark asked.

"Perhaps you would like to talk it over with Julian first?
By-the-by, perhaps he remembers her as your schoolfellow ?" "I don't know, I'm sure," she said, with a pretence of indifference.

"I don't see what he can have to say against it.

Bring her as soon as you like." "She is not free till seven at night.