I--I admire her for doing it, but I couldn't, myself." "Thank the Lord, no.

And I wouldn't be too sure, if I were you, darling, about the unmixed heroism that dictates her letter.

I dare say she fancied it was that, but--" Janet's head leaped up from his shoulder.

"Now you are unjust to her," she cried.

"You don't know Elfrida, Jack.
If you think her capable of assuming a motive--" "Well, do you know what I think ?" said Kendal, with an irrelevant smile, glancing at the letter in her hand.