"As I have tried more than once to make you realize," she said, "there are at least two points of view to everybody.

You, dear Mrs.Ralston, always wear rose-coloured spectacles, with the unfortunate result that your opinion is so unvaryingly favourable that nobody values it." Mrs.Ralston's faded face flushed faintly.

She worked on in silence.
For a space Netta Ermsted smoked her cigarette with her eyes fixed upon space; then very suddenly she spoke again.

"I wonder if Ralph Dacre committed suicide." Mrs.Ralston started at the abrupt surmise.

She looked up for the first time.