"Isn't it pitiable ?" she said to her maid as they left the house.
"I don't know, Miss." "You don't know?
Good heavens, are you made of stone?
Have you no such thing as a heart in you ?" "Not for the men," Fanny answered.

"I keep my pity for the women." Iris knew what bitter remembrances made their confession in those words.

How she missed Rhoda Bennet at that moment!.