And then that cursed rope of pearls, emblem of the wealth and luxury in which she had been nurtured, stood like an impassable abattis across his path.
"You--you will be glad to go, of course ?" he suggested.
"Hardly that.

It has been very pleasant here." She sighed.
"We shall miss you very much," he said gloomily.

"The house at Monsanto will not be the same when you are gone.

Una will be lost and desolate without you." "It occurs to me sometimes," she said slowly, "that the people about Una think too much of Una and too little of themselves." It was a cryptic speech.

In another it might have signified a spitefulness unthinkable in Sylvia Armytage; therefore it puzzled him very deeply.