Why couldn't the silly woman have been content where she was.

Living under one roof, they could have seen one another as often as was needful without attracting attention.

Now, she supposed, she would have to be more than ever the bosom friend of Mrs.Phillips--spend hours amid that hideous furniture, surrounded by those bilious wallpapers.

Of course he could not come to her.

She hoped he would appreciate the sacrifice she would be making for him.