Publisher's Synopsis
Mrs. Carew stirred irritably. -I'm sure I don't see why not, - she fenced. Della Wetherby shook her head. -Yes, you do, dear. You know I'm entirely out of sympathy with it all: the gloom, the lack of aim, the insistence on misery and bitterness.- -But I AM miserable and bitter.- -You ought not to be.- -Why not? What have I to make me otherwise?- Della Wetherby gave an impatient gesture.
