"What do you mean?"
"He loves her still."
"Violet!"
"I am very serious."
"And his attentions to you...?"
"Hypocrisy!"
"Impossible! Violet, how can you think so ill of people?"
"You often ask me, Rose, how I can think so ill of mama. Yet you have to-day heard that which will partly justify me. You believe that mama assists dear Blanche, by money saved from her own allowance. I know that it is papa who sends the money. I tell you she is made up of falsehood."
"But Marmaduke?"
"Of him I thought better—yet you see?"