But, strange to say,--and I leave the ethics of this for the sex to settle,--the fact did not soften Mrs.Horncastle's heart, nor in the least qualify her attitude towards the younger woman.

After an awkward pause Mrs.Barker rose again.

"Well, it's very good of you, and--and---I'll just run out and wash my hands and get the dust off me, and come back." "No, Mrs.Barker," said Mrs.Horncastle, rising and approaching her, "you will first wash your hands of this Mr.Van Loo, and get some of the dust of the rendezvous off you before you do anything else.

You CAN do it by simply telling him, SHOULD YOU MEET HIM IN THE HALL, that I was sitting here when he came in, and heard EVERYTHING! Depend upon it, he won't trouble you again." But Mrs.Barker, though inexperienced in love, was a good fighter.
The best of the sex are.

She dropped into the rocking-chair, and began rocking backwards and forwards while still tugging at her gloves, and said, in a gradually warming voice, "I certainly shall not magnify Mr.
Van Loo's silliness to that importance.