"Yes; well—I am listening."
"Tell me that you love me—even yet I cannot feel certain—you are so restless, so capricious."
"Certainly I had better call Mrs. Prior."
"Hang Mrs. Prior."
"That would be very cruel; besides, I should lose my French teacher."
"Let us start for Paris. You can finish your studies there."
"Thank you; I am quite comfortable where I am. I believe I am afraid of the water."
"You! the bravest woman I ever met!"
"But I have reason to dread the sea."
This time there was no affectation in the shudder with which she broke off—her husband's memory for a moment pierced even her vanity and egotism like a blow. Thrasher grew pale with jealousy and a thousand feelings more painful still.