Yes, yes," grumbled Pringle.

"Might have been expected.
These women! Does the Foy-boy know ?" "He knows that Lisner wanted to marry me," said Stella.

Neck and cheek were crimson now; but it was characteristic that her level eyes met Pringle's fearlessly.

"But before that--he--he persecuted me, John.
Chris must not know.

He would kill him.