There is nothing permanent about him, nor about me.

And there's the beauty, the balance is preserved." Frona lay back in her chair and lazily regarded her visitor, Lucile waited for her to speak.

It was very quiet.
"Well ?" Lucile at last demanded, in a low, curious tone, at the same time rising to slip into her parka.
"Nothing.

I was only waiting." "I am done." "Then let me say that I do not understand you," Frona summed up, coldly.

"I cannot somehow just catch your motive.