"I don't believe that would make any difference with him," Florence ventured to say, for it was little that she could say, that did not meet with opposition.
"Why don't you?" asked Adeline.
"Because Mary Jones—"
"Mary Jones again!" ejaculated Emily. "I believe you don't think of anybody but Mary Jones. I'm surprised that Ma lets you visit that girl!"
"As good people as I am visit her," replied Florence. "I've seen those there who would be welcome here."
"What do you mean?"
"If you had waited until I had finished my sentence, you would have known before now. Mary Jones lives in a house no better than this, and Mr. Armand goes to see her."
"I don't believe it!" said Emily, with emphasis.
"Just as you like about that. Seeing is believing, they say, and as I have seen him there, I can do no less than believe he was there."
"When did you see him there?" Emily now asked with eager interest, while her face grew pale.