"Besides, if he did not disbelieve her story, he would have let her prove it." "Is that your reliance ?" broke in Eunane.

"Then you are swinging on a rotten branch.

I would not believe my ears if, for all that all of us could invent against her, I heard him so much as ask Eveena, 'Are you speaking the truth ?'" "It is very uneven measure," muttered Enva.
"Uneven!" cried Eunane.

"Now, I think _I_ have the best right to be jealous of her place; and it does sting me that, when he takes me for his companion out of doors, or makes most of me at home, it is so plain that he is taking trouble, as if he grudged a soft word or a kiss to another as something stolen from her.

But he deals evenly, after all.