They all do! And I've no use for her at all.

_Maid_ indeed! Does she think nobody can exist without that appendage?
How I should like to make her live on four hundred a year, with a husband that will spend seven!" She stood, half amused, half frowning, beside the bed on which lay her one evening frock.

But the frown passed away, effaced by an expression much softer and tenderer than anything she had allowed Arthur to see of late.

Of course she delighted in Arthur's success; she was proud, indeed, through and through.

Hadn't she always known that he had this gift, this quick, vivacious power of narrative, this genius--for it was something like it--for literary portraiture?
And now at last the stimulus had come--and the opportunity with it.