"But that's all done with.

I've made my bed, and--" "Tell me plainly: does he bully you ?" "Not to say bully," she said.

"He struck me once, but never again." "Tell me if he does it again." A small, sly, admirative look came into her eyes.

"We'll see," she said.
* * * * * Frank was conscious of a considerable sense of disappointment.

The thing had been almost touching just now, as the reserve first broke up, but it was a very poor little soul, it seemed to him, that had at last made its appearance.