For there is no law of nature making it impossible to think of more than one person at a time.

Then I said: "She has told him all about herself of course." "All about her life," assented Mrs.Fyne with an air, however, of making some mental reservation which I did not pause to investigate.

"Her life!" I repeated.

"That girl must have had a mighty bad time of it." "Horrible," Mrs.Fyne admitted with a ready frankness very creditable under the circumstances, and a warmth of tone which made me look at her with a friendly eye.

"Horrible! No! You can't imagine the sort of vulgar people she became dependent on.