The thing that rankled was that the car belonged to Linda.

The touring car which she might have owned and driven, had she so desired, lay in an extremely slender string of pearls around her neck at that instant.

She reflected that if she had kept her car and made herself sufficiently hardy to drive it, she might have been the one to have taken Peter Morrison to his home location and to have had many opportunities for being with him.
"I've been a fool," said Eileen, tugging at the pearls viciously.

"They are nothing but a little bit of a string that looks as if I were trying to do something and couldn't, at best.

What I've got to do is to think more of myself.