“Well, I pretend no more. I am your enemy for life.”
“Thank you. You have told the truth for once in your life.”
“I have. And he shall never call in your husband; so you may leave Mayfair as soon as you like.”
“Not to please you, madam. We can get on without traitors.”
And so they parted, with eyes that gleamed like tigers.
Rosa drove home in great agitation, and tried to tell Christopher; but choked, and became hysterical. The husband-physician coaxed and scolded her out of that; and presently in came Uncle Philip, full of the humors of the auction-room. He told about the little boy with a delight that disgusted Mrs. Staines, and then was particularly merry on female friendships. “Fancy a man going to a sale with his friend, and bidding against him on the sly.”
“She is no friend of mine. We are enemies for life.”
“And you were to be friends till death,” said Staines, with a sigh.
Philip inquired who she was.
“Mrs. John Cole.”