And just now, especially--well, he can do you after you're married." She waited a moment, and then went on: "By the way, I had a visit from Mattie the other day.

She turned up here last Sunday--and with Bertha Dorset, of all people in the world!" She paused again to measure the effect of this announcement on her hearer, but the brush in Miss Bart's lifted hand maintained its unwavering stroke from brow to nape.
"I never was more astonished," Mrs.Fisher pursued.

"I don't know two women less predestined to intimacy--from Bertha's standpoint, that is; for of course poor Mattie thinks it natural enough that she should be singled out--I've no doubt the rabbit always thinks it is fascinating the anaconda.

Well, you know I've always told you that Mattie secretly longed to bore herself with the really fashionable; and now that the chance has come, I see that she's capable of sacrificing all her old friends to it." Lily laid aside her brush and turned a penetrating glance upon her friend.

"Including ME ?" she suggested.
"Ah, my dear," murmured Mrs.Fisher, rising to push back a log from the hearth.
"That's what Bertha means, isn't it ?" Miss Bart went on steadily.