"Yes," he said, "it's a voice men will listen to." Mary Greyson was standing by the fire.

She had not spoken hitherto.
"You won't give up 'Clorinda' ?" she asked.
Joan had intended to do so, but something in Mary's voice caused her, against her will, to change her mind.
"Of course not," she answered.

"I shall run them both.

It will be like writing Jekyll and Hyde." "What will you sign yourself ?" he asked.
"My own name, I think," she said.

"Joan Allway." Miss Greyson suggested her coming home to dinner with them; but Joan found an excuse.