You have a husband who adores you, and children to fill your heart, cherish it." The light in her eyes was almost fierce as she leaned forward, her hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles showed white, and a strange look passed for a moment over Mrs.
Wentworth's face.
"You are enough to give one the blue-devils!" she exclaimed, with impatience.

"Let's have a liqueur." She touched a bell, but Mrs.
Lancaster rose.
"No; I will go." "Oh, yes; just a glass." A servant appeared like an automaton at the door.
"What will you have, Alice ?" But Mrs.Lancaster was obdurate.

She declined the invitation, and declared that she must go, as she was going to the opera; and the next moment the two ladies were taking leave of each other with gracious words and the formal manner that obtains in fashionable society, quite as if they had known each other just fifteen minutes.
Mrs.Lancaster drove home, leaning very far back in her brougham.
Mrs.Wentworth, too, appeared rather fatigued after her guest departed, and sat for fifteen minutes with the social column of a newspaper lying in her lap unscanned.
"I thought she and Ferdy liked each other," she said to herself; "but he must have told the truth.

They cannot have cared for each other.

I think she must have been in love with that man.".