"You were listening to my mother without a word of remonstrance when I came into the room.

You are concerned in this vile slander, too." Randal considerately refrained from provoking her by attempting to defend himself, while she was incapable of understanding him.

"You will be sorry when you find that you have misjudged me," he said, and sighed, and left her.
She dropped into a chair.

If there was any one distinct thought in her at that moment, it was the thought of her husband.

She was eager to see him; she longed to say to him: "My love, I don't believe a word of it!" He was not in the garden when she had returned for the parasol; and Sydney was not in the garden.