Zora deprecated the personal bearing of the slang metaphor, but admitted, somewhat grandly, that she had pointed out the error in taste.
"I can't see, though, why you take all this trouble over Mr.Sypher," said Emmy.
"I value his friendship," replied Zora, looking up from a letter she was reading.
This was at breakfast.

When the maid had entered with the post Emmy had gripped the table and watched with hungry eyes, but the only letter that had come for her had been on theatrical business.

Not the one she longed for.

Emmy's world was out of joint.
"You've changed your opinion, my dear, as to the value of men," she sneered.

"There was a time when you didn't want to see them or speak to them or have anything to do with them.