Does that satisfy you ?" "Yes," she said in a dull voice.
She put away the receiver and, turning, dropped onto her bed.

At eight o'clock the maid who had come to announce dinner found her young mistress lying there, clenched hands over her eyes, lying slim and rigid on her back in the darkness.
When the electric lamps were lighted she rose, went to the mirror and looked steadily at herself for a long, long time.
* * * * * She tasted what was offered, seeing nothing, hearing nothing; later, in her room, a servant came saying that Mr.Gray begged a moment's interview on a matter of importance connected with her brother.
It was the only thing that could have moved her to see him.

She had denied herself to him all that winter; she had been obliged to make it plainer after a letter from him--a nice, stupid, boyish letter, asking her to marry him.

And her reply terminated the attempts of Bunbury Gray to secure a hearing from the girl who had apparently taken so sudden and so strange an aversion to a man who had been nice to her all her life.
They had, at one time, been virtually engaged, after Geraldine Seagrave had cut him loose, and before Dysart took the trouble to seriously notice her.

But Bunny was youthful and frisky and his tastes were catholic, and it did not seem to make much difference that Dysart again stepped casually between them in his graceful way.