"I suppose she'll have to come," said Marianne drearily. "Why can't she come when other people are here?" "Because she wants to see _you_, my dear. She doesn't want to see the other people." "Why need I be in it at all? Can't you introduce her to Mr. Magnus, and let them settle it between them?" For in his last letter Challis had enlarged on the Aminta Torrington scheme, and his wife was quite _au fait_ of the position so far. He hummed and hawed, and flushed slightly. The removal of a column of ash from his cigar seemed to absorb him for a moment. "I don't think you quite see all the ins and outs of the situation, Polly Anne. Don't you understand?..." "Understand what?" "Well--I'm sure Miss Arkroyd really wishes to know you. You see, I've talked so much about you." This was not really a _true_ truth, for conversation about Marianne had always been at Judith's instigation. "But there are other considerations, apart from that...." "What considerations?" "Well, you know, we _do_ live in a world! Don't we now, Polly Anne?" "I thought it was something of that sort. Charlotte Eldridge said it would be." "What did Charlotte Eldridge say? I wish she'd keep her tongue to herself...." "But you're getting angry before you know what she _did_ say." "No, I'm not! I mean I'm not getting angry at all. Why should I get angry? Come, old girl, be reasonable! What did Charlotte Eldridge say?" Nevertheless, it is clear that Mr. Challis is keeping his temper--keeping it admirably, perhaps, but still, keeping it! His wife's answer shows painfully how well she is keeping hers. "Charlotte Eldridge said I should be wanted the moment I told her about Aminta Torrington.... No!--it's no use pretending, Tite!... Besides, I'm _not_ hurt. Why should I be? Only I don't see why there need be a make-believe friendship between me and this young lady--and me to have to put on my black silk, and a new Madeira cake--and to give Harmood directions to say not at home! Charlotte Eldridge and I have talked it all over...." "Oh!--you've talked it all over?" Challis either is, or pretends to be, inclined to laugh. "Yes, we have. And you know how sensible Charlotte is about things of this sort.... No, Titus, you can try to make what I say ridiculous, and I dare say you'll succeed, but you know what a good friend Charlotte has been to me from the beginning...." Marianne pulls up short suddenly in the middle of her speech, with a suggestion in it of a tear corked in at its source. She gets the cork well in, and ends with: "I won't say any more about it. You shall arrange it just as you like your own way"--but this with the amenability of a traction-engine making concession to its handle.