She talked in such a natural way, and her smile and the look in her clever grey eyes was so good-humoured and friendly.

"She's doing it beautifully," Ethel thought.

But she pulled herself up.

"Doing what beautifully?
What do I mean?
One would think we were millionaires, and Joe a perfect Adonis! Is she trying to eat us?
And aren't you rather a snob, my love, to be so sure you hate the woman before you even know her ?" At such moments Ethel would relax and grow pleasantly interested in Fanny's talk of Paris and Rome, or of New York.

In each city Fanny seemed to have led very much the same existence.