I wish she would let me help her." For an instant the violet eyes, with their vague wistfulness, their mute appeal, looked straight into Corinna's; and in that instant an inscrutable expression quivered in Alice Rokeby's face, as if a wan light had flickered up and died down in an empty room.
"The heat is too much for you," said Corinna gently.

"It is like summer." "Yes, I have never known so early a spring.

It has come and gone in a week." "You look tired, and your furs are too heavy.

Won't you come in and rest until my car comes ?" The other woman shook her head.

She was still pretty, for hers was a face to which pallor lent the delicate sweetness of a white rose-leaf.
"It is only a block or two farther.