28/30 She caught herself accusing Tony of the lapse from friendship. Hither should the true friend have flown unerringly. She reperused it, perused and meditated. The flight of Mrs.Warwick! She heard that cry-fatal! But she had no means of putting a hand on her. 'Your Tony.' The coldness might be set down to exhaustion: it might, yet her not coming to her friend for counsel and love was a positive weight in the indifferent scale. |