2/43 It was the first Sunday in March and a blustery day, with rain and sleet alternating at the windows and an impudent wind whistling in the chimneys. Hickory logs snapped pleasantly in the small fireplace that was a feature of the room. Sylvia had dined with her friend, and the day being of the sort that encourages confidences, they had prolonged their talk. "He dropped in for a little while. He wanted to talk about his stand on that corporation bill." "Well, he and Morton have broken up housekeeping. |