"But," smiling, "I needn't inquire.

Of course he assents to whatever _you_ say." "You know Arthur better than that," replied Madelene, with no trace of resentment.

She had realized from the beginning of the conversation that Del's nerves were on edge; her color, alternately rising and fading, and her eyes, now sparkling now dull, could only mean fever from a tempest of secret emotion.

"He and I usually agree simply because we see things in about the same light." "You furnish the light," teased Adelaide.
"That was in part so at first," admitted her sister-in-law.

"Arthur had got many foolish notions in his head through accepting thoughtlessly the ideas of the people he traveled with.