Away with your remorse! Remorse is the luxury of an honest woman." She caught up her basket of wools, inspired by a new idea.

"Ring the bell!" she cried out to Horace at the fire-place.
He looked round in wonder.

The sound of her voice was so completely altered that he almost fancied there must have been another woman in the room.
"Ring the bell!" she repeated.

"I have left my work upstairs.

If you want me to be in good spirits, I must have my work." Still looking at her, Horace put his hand mechanically to the bell and rang.