ed and took doie ige of reet, Mayfair? Dont you kno. And ing it, t take us a year. No t so, Mrs Rivers! You are spoiling your handsome dress.

    I ruggled against   my sleeve of silk, and at my o  plump and smoot t my feet, s letters of brass—the L.

    It  second t I guessed, at last, trick t Gentleman had played on me.

    I howled.

    You bloody sing again, and pulling towards er! Oh!

    ood in t tilt. tor gripped me ern.

    those in my house, Mrs Rivers, he said.

    You sod, I said to  you see ? It aint me you , its—

    I still pulled, and ill  no o tleman  in bars upon  Maud. s dress. ears starting in t beyond tears, her gaze was hard. hard as marble, hard as brass.

    t lies inside it.

    Dr Cie saw me looking.

    Now, ware? hink?

    I could not speak. Srembling voice, not her own:

    My oress. O is breaking!

    You t  bitc from tart.