I have sent a note, with an enclosure, to my lawyers.

I sell The Crossways, if I have the married woman's right to any scrap of property, for money to scatter fees.' 'My purse, dear Tony!' exclaimed Emma.

'My house! You will stay with me?
Why do you shake your head?
With me you are safe.' She spied at the shadows in her friend's face.

'Ever since your marriage, Tony, you have been strange in your trick of refusing to stay with me.

And you and I made our friendship the pledge of a belief in eternity! We vowed it.
Come, I do talk sentimentally, but my heart is in it.