It was a part of Corinna's charm perhaps, certainly a part of her enjoyment of life that she liked almost every one--every one, that is, except Rose Stribling, whom she quite frankly hated.

But, then, people said that Rose Stribling, twelve years younger than Corinna and as handsome as a Red Cross poster, had run too often across Kent Page in the first year of the war.

Kent Page had died in Prance of Spanish influenza before he ever saw a trench or a battlefield; and Rose Stribling, all blue eyes and white linen, had nursed him at the last.

At that time Corinna was in America, and she hadn't so much as looked at Kent for years; but a woman has a long memory for emotions, and she is capable of resenting the loss of a husband who is no longer hers.

Rumour, of course, nothing more; yet the fact remained that Corinna, who liked all the world, hated Rose Stribling.