She was no longer afraid of Fanny, for Ethel was getting Joe in hand.

"And as soon as I do," she reflected, "and my husband makes a name as an architect doing great big things, what harm can Fanny do me ?" As she thought of the brilliant people who were so soon to be her friends, she looked upon Fanny Carr and her like with no more hatred but only compassion.

What stupid lives they were leading.
And so when Fanny came into the room Ethel received her kindly.
But Fanny rather smiled at that.

She looked a bit seedy as to her dress, and yet she had a confident air.

She took in the fine clothes of her handsome young hostess, and Ethel's very gracious air and the almost pitying tone of her voice--and then with a hard little smile, "My, what a change," said Fanny softly.