He met her most poisoned and bitter shafts with a patience which nothing, it seemed, could pierce. When she taunted him, he only smiled; and when she reviled him he left her presence; so that the only way in which she could win any satisfaction was by detailing to him exaggerated accounts of the treatment she had received in prison. These stories, untrue and impossible as many of them were, made him wince, not knowing indeed how cunning was the invention behind them; and many times when she was more maddening than usual, Herrick schooled himself to patience by reminding himself of the drastic punishments which had apparently been meted out to her. When at length she found that Jim was impervious to her stings, Eva looked around her for another victim; and found one in the person of Toni Rose. It did not take Eva long to read, more or less correctly, the position between Toni and her husband; and although she was quite shrewd enough to realize that the situation would probably adjust itself in time, Eva was determined to prevent any such adjustment with every weapon in her power. Unhappily it proved only too easy for a woman such as she was to direct the affair pretty much as she willed it; and her suggestion to Toni that she should leave her husband had been carefully led up to by scores of insinuations, of carelessly-dropped hints, and scraps of repeated conversations heard on the subject of the Roses' married life. She was careful to let none of the elation she felt escape her as she replied to Toni's speech after a significant pause. "Put that way, it sounds dreadful," she said, pretending to shudder. "I don't think I really meant that. I only thought that perhaps--your husband is a writer, you know, an artist--with the artistic temperament, I suppose; and everyone knows that genius is difficult to live with." "I don't care for myself," said Toni hastily. "I could always be happy--with Owen--but if you really think I spoil his life----" "Oh, don't say that, dear." Eva spoke soothingly. "I daresay I am entirely mistaken. Of course, you know best how you get on; and after all Mr. Rose is so keen on his work he hasn't much time for outside things." "I wonder what Owen would say--or do--if I left him?" She spoke musingly; and Eva's heart beat tumultuously as she noted the result of her tentative suggestion. "Go after you and bring you back, I expect." Such was Eva's reply. "Then there wouldn't be much use in going," said Toni quickly, and Eva read the relief in her eyes. "No--not if you went like that." Her tone was purposely cryptic. "But--how else should I go?" "Why, if you really wanted to go----" Eva broke off with a laugh. "Don't be so silly, Toni. You talk as though I had really meant my stupid suggestion." "Didn't you mean it?" Toni's gaze was disconcerting. "Why, of course not. Come, Toni, let's have tea. I'll send for Jim, too. It's getting quite dark."