Her one and only companion! The only woman she had been clever enough to find! That kind! Oh-h! Suddenly she turned to Joe to tell him that if he could give her no friends she'd pick and choose just where she liked! But quickly she remembered that he would answer, "Haven't I tried ?" She turned away, broke into tears and left the room.
Out of the little storm that followed, she emerged at last with the thought, "Well, I must see her, anyway, in the work of moving into her apartment.

And am I sorry?
Not at all! She was good to me--at least she was that! And besides," reflected Ethel, with the same caution and relief which she had so despised in New Yorkers, "she's going soon.
It's safe enough." The talk occurred the next morning, up in the new apartment.

There were no awkward preliminaries, for Mrs.Grewe's whole manner had changed.
Quite a bit of its careful refinement was gone, and in its place was a rather bitter frankness.
"I quite understand--you needn't explain," she said at once.

"Your husband has made a fuss, hasn't he?
And this is good-bye.

Too bad, isn't it ?" "Yes--it is." Ethel hesitated, then all at once she beamed on her friend.