I don't like her.' Poor Alice meant this to be soothing.

Emma knew it, and smiled.
'I don't think she cares much after all,' Alice said to herself.
'But was that the message ?' 'Only to tell you of it, Emma.

There was something else,' she added immediately; 'not exactly a message, but he told me, and I dare say he thought I should let you know.

He said that of course you were to have the money still as usual.' Over the listener's face came a cloud, a deep, turbid red.

It was not anger, but shame which rose from the depths of her being.