"What a word!" "Well, like a man, then." "Perhaps I oughtn't to have felt that," admitted Rosamund thoughtfully.
"But I did, and it meant a good deal.

It shows how very right I was when I freed myself." "Are you quite sure of that ?" asked Bertha, raising her eyebrows and speaking more seriously than usual.
"I never was more sure of anything." "Do you know, I can't help thinking it an argument on the other side." Rosamund looked her friend in the eyes.
"Suppose it means that you were altogether mistaken about Mr.Franks ?" went on Bertha, in the same pleasant tone between jest and earnest.
"I wasn't mistaken in my own feeling," said Rosamund in her melodious undertone.
"No; but your feeling, you have always said, was due to a judgment you formed of Mr.Franks' character and motives.

And now you confess that it looks very much as if you had judged him wrongly." Rosamund smiled and shook her head.
"Do you know," asked Bertha, after a pause, "that he has been coming to our house lately ?" "You never mentioned it.

But why shouldn't he go to your house ?" "Rather, why should he ?" asked Bertha, with a laugh.

"Don't trouble to guess.