"Why, I even bowed to Florrie Spencer last winter.

I wanted to cut her, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it when I met her face to face.

I hope you don't mind, dear," she whispered to Gabriella.

"I suppose I oughtn't to have mentioned her, but I forgot." "Oh, it doesn't matter in the least," responded Gabriella cheerfully.

"I bowed to her myself the day before I left New York." Though she tried to be independent, to be advanced and resolute, she felt the last eighteen years receding slowly from her consciousness.