They have a marvellous memory for the recounting in detail of such incidents as these.
"Thinking it over means nothing," she said when Sally had finished--"thinking it over'll only fix your mind on refusing him all the more.

His one chance was this evening.

You know that yourself--don't you?
You'll never accept him now." Sally crept wearily into the bed and pulled the clothes about her.
"Will you ?" Janet repeated.
Sally muttered a smothered negative into the pillow, and stared out before her at the discoloured wall-paper.
"Sally"-- Janet shut up her book, and threw the end of her cigarette with accurate precision into the tiny fireplace--"Sally--" "What ?" "Is there anybody else?
Some man up in Town--some man who comes into the office--some man _in_ the office--is there ?" Sally turned her pillow over.

"No," she replied.

She kept her eyes away from Janet's, but her answer was firm and decided.
For a few moments, Miss Hallard sat upright in the bed and watched her.