Had she ever found gossip other than an errant, cowardly liar?
Gossip, gossip! Ah, if gossip, when she had made her round, would not leave suspicion behind her; suspicion, hydra-headed! What signified it that Warrington intended to come home to live?
What signified it that her brother's wife would live across the way?
She was ashamed of her evil thought; presently she would be no better than Mrs.Franklyn-Haldene, or any of those women who get together to tear somebody apart.

As if Warrington could compare with her big, handsome, manly brother! It was all impossible.

She would punish herself for even entertaining such a thought as had been hers but a moment gone.
She stole a glance at Warrington.

He was riding easily, his feet light in the stirrups, his head thrown back, his eyes half closed, and was breathing deeply of the cool air, which was heavy with the smell of sweet clover and dew-wet earth.

It was a good, clean, honest face.
Indeed, it was all impossible.