You won't mind my speaking to George, will you ?" Gabriella shook her head.

"I don't care what you say to him." "Do you feel able to come down to lunch ?" "Oh, yes, perfectly.

I am simply dying for a cup of tea, and afterwards I think I'll go out for a walk.

One gets so stuffy and dull when one stays in the house." Her manner had changed as if by magic.

In putting the thought of George out of her mind she seemed to have put aside her resentment and despondency.
In the evening George came home, looking a little yellow, with a box of gardenias in his hand; but the scent of the flowers sickened Gabriella, and she put them out of the room while she dressed for dinner.