Her tone of voice was hard with criticism.
"But do you think I take all he's offered me?" asked Sally.
"Do you mean to say you don't?"
"No, I take the very least I can. A pound a week is all I want for my food; what else should I want? I wouldn't touch another penny of it but that till the three years are over. I have all the clothes I could possibly want. You thought I was mean, didn't you, Janet?"
Janet looked up at the ceiling, then impulsively held out her hand.
"God help me!" she exclaimed, "if I find my own sex an enigma; but what on earth made you decide?"
"Mr. Devenish."
"Who?"
"Mr. Devenish, the man I told you I was dining with that night, six weeks ago."
"Why him, in the name of Heaven?"