Maliciously I said: "But we've settled nothing about a remplacante for Mrs.Considine." "I guess we've settled everything," Liosha replied sweetly.

"No one can replace Mrs.Considine." I quite enjoyed our little silent walk downstairs.

Evidently Jaffery's theory of primitive woman had been knocked endways; and, to judge by the faint knitting of her brow, Barbara was uneasily conscious of a mission unfulfilled.

Liosha had gained her independence.
* * * * * Our friends carried out the evening's programme.

Liosha behaved with extreme propriety, modelling her outward demeanour upon that of Mrs.
Considine, and her attitude towards Jaffery on a literal interpretation of Barbara's reprehensible precepts.