Leaving Nora and Jessica at the usual corner, she walked on for a block, then turned into the street where the Barbers lived.
Grace pulled the bell rather strenuously by way of expressing her feelings, and waited.
"Is Marian in ?" she inquired of Alice, the old servant.
"Yes, Miss Grace," answered the woman, "She's in the sittin' room, walk right in there.

It's a long time since I seen you here, Miss Grace." "Yes, it is, Alice," replied Grace with a smile, then walked on into the room.
Over in one corner, huddled up on the wide leather couch, was Marian.
Her eyes were swollen and red, and she looked ill and miserable.
"Marian," began Grace, "Ruth Deane told me you were ill, and so I came to see you." "Go away," muttered Marian.

"I don't wish to see you." "I am not so sure of that," answered Grace.

"I understand you have been having some trouble with Eleanor, and that she has threatened revenge." "Who told you ?" cried Marian, sitting up and looking angrily at Grace.
"I can manage my own affairs, without any of your help." "Very well," replied Grace quietly.

"Then I had better go.