They tell what they think is the truth about their own wickedness, and it isn't the truth at all, because I suppose women don't know how to tell the exact truth; and they can be just as unfair to themselves as they are to others.

Besides, haven't you any sense of humour, Mrs.Crozier?
It's as good as a play, this.

Just think: after five years of desertion, and trouble without end, and it all put right by a little sleight-of-hand.

Shall I open it ?" She held the letter up.

Mona nodded almost eagerly now, for come of a subtle, social world far away, she still was no match for the subtlety of the wilds--or was it the cunning the wild things know?
Kitty left the room, but in a moment afterwards returned with the letter open.