Whatever she's makes of Mr.Majendie, she's bent on making a martyr of herself." Miss Proctor met the vague eyes of her circle with a glance that was defiance to all mystery.

"It's quite simple.

This marriage is a short cut to canonisation, that's all." Then it was that little Mrs.Gardner spoke.

She had been married for a year, and her face still wore its bridal look of possession that was peace, the look that it would wear when Mrs.Gardner was seventy.

Her voice had a certain lucid and profound precision.
"Anne was always certain of herself.