"I thought that was settled to-day?"
"Did you? I don't think it was settled."
"Well, what remains, fair Alice?"
"Will you drop that name?"
"For the present, yes; but with reluctance."
"Oh, certainly!" bitterly. "Now, what are we to be henceforth?"
"Friends, of course," knocking the ashes off his cigar.
"You and I may be allies; we can never be friends," she said, scornfully.
"Don't trouble yourself to be insulting, Mrs.—a—Arthur."
"Then don't make me remember how I have hated you!"