"There," said Mrs. Agar, "I am glad we have been able to save poor Arthur
that. These things are so very painful."
Dora looked rather as if she could not understand why the painful things
of life should be harder for Arthur to bear than for other people. But
she said nothing.
"He will be glad," continued Mrs. Agar, "to hear that it was you who
helped me. I know he would rather that it had been you than any one."
All this with the horrid meaning, the sly significance, of her kind; for
there are women for whom there is absolutely nothing sacred in the whole
gamut of human feelings. There are women who will talk of things upon
which the lips of even the most depraved men are silent.
And with it there was nothing that Dora could take exception to--nothing
that she could answer without running the risk of bringing upon herself
questions to which she had no reply.
"Well," she said cheerfully, "it is done now, so we can dismiss it from
our minds. Of course you know that mother is getting out of hand
altogether.
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