Folks can't tell girls everything, but marriage is an awful risk, an awful risk.

And I say, as I said before, any girl who has got enough to live on is a fool to get married." "But I don't see why, after all." "Because she is," replied Sylvia.
This time Rose did not attempt to bruise herself against the elder woman's imperturbability.

She did not look convinced, but again the troubled expression came over her face.
"I am glad you relished your supper," said Sylvia.
"It was very nice," replied Rose, absently.

Suddenly the look of white horror which had overspread her countenance on the night of her arrival possessed it again.
"What on earth is the matter ?" cried Sylvia.
"I almost remembered, then," gasped the girl.

"You know what I told you the night I came.