“Whose room?” thought Fanny....
“Clara tell me, ... you were not shopping. Why can’t you tell me where you were?”
“Dear, when you’re well—“
“I am well now. A little weak, but well. Didn’t you say yourself—“
“I’ve been with him.”
“You needn’t hide it. Don’t you think I know?”
“Yes, Fan. But it’s all so untrue, since you are here.”
“He must be good, never to come around.”
“He knows all about you ... and he won’t come—until I tell him it’s alright. He has been good. He has left me alone. Well—he knows if he didn’t—“
“Tell him to come,” said Fanny.