"Oh, anything."
"I have nothing to worry over."
"Blessed woman!" replied Julia, diving into the freak pocket of an expensive garment bought with her own money. "May I begin to smoke?"
"Let me get cigarettes," said Marie, springing up for Osborn's box, which lay on the mantelpiece behind her.
"Always carry my own, thanks," said Julia, brandishing the cigarette-case she had produced.
The sudden movement she had made gave Marie a curious sensation; Julia and the room and the red fire swam around her; her brain was numb and dizzy; she staggered and caught at her chair-back.
"Oh!" she gasped. "I feel so—so—"
"What?" exclaimed the other girl, springing up.
Marie sank into her chair.
"I was so giddy—and faint, Julia."