We'll go our separate ways "-- contemptuously--"the _easiest_ ways.

And we'll regard ourselves as martyrs to duty--that's how they put it in the novels, isn't it ?" "At least," said Madelene, with a calmness she was far from feeling, "both you and Ross have had your lesson in the consequence of doing things in a hurry." "That's the only way people brought up as we've been ever do anything.

If we don't act on impulse, we don't act at all; we drift on." "Drifting is action, the most decisive kind of action." Madelene was again thinking what would surely happen the instant Dory found how matters stood; but she deemed it tactful to keep this thought to herself.
Just then she was called to the telephone.

When she came back she found Adelaide restored to her usual appearance--the fashionable, light-hearted, beautiful woman, mistress of herself, and seeming as secure against emotional violence from within as against discourtesy from without.

But she showed how deep was the impression of Madelene's common-sense analysis of her romance by saying: "A while ago you said there were only three serious ills, disease and death, but you didn't name the third.