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　　"What's the bad news?" asked Sally abruptly. She wanted to end thesuspense. "Fillmore was telling me over the 'phone that you had some badnews for me."Mrs. Fillmore scratched at the carpet for a moment with the end of herparasol without replying. When she spoke it was not in answer to thequestion.
　　"Sally, who's this man Carmyle over in England?""Oh, did Fillmore tell you about him?""He told me there was a rich fellow over in England who was crazy aboutyou and had asked you to marry him, and that you had turned him down."Sally's momentary annoyance faded. She could hardly, she felt, haveexpected Fillmore to refrain from mentioning the matter to his wife.
　　"Yes," she said. "That's true.""You couldn't write and say you've changed your mind?"Sally's annoyance returned. All her life she had been intenselyindependent, resentful of interference with her private concerns.
　　"I suppose I could if I had--but I haven't. Did Fillmore tell you totry to talk me round?""Oh, I'm not trying to talk you round," said Mrs. Fillmore quickly.
　　"Goodness knows, I'm the last person to try and jolly anyone intomarrying anybody if they didn't feel like it. I've seen too manymarriages go wrong to do that. Look at Elsa Doland."Sally's heart jumped as if an exposed nerve had been touched.
　　"Elsa?" she stammered, and hated herself because her voice shook.
　　"Has--has her marriage gone wrong?""Gone all to bits," said Mrs,chanel classic bags. Fillmore shortly. "You remember shemarried Gerald Foster, the man who wrote 'The Primrose Way'?"Sally with an effort repressed an hysterical laugh,cheap jeremy scott adidas.
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　　"Well, it's all gone bloo-ey. I'll tell you about that in a minute.
　　Coming back to this man in England, if you're in any doubt about it... Imean, you can't always tell right away whether you're fond of a man ornot... When first I met Fillmore, I couldn't see him with a spy-glass,and now he's just the whole shooting-match... But that's not what Iwanted to talk about. I was saying one doesn't always know one's ownmind at first, and if this fellow really is a good fellow... andFillmore tells me he's got all the money in the world..."Sally stopped her.
　　"No, it's no good. I don't want to marry Mr. Carmyle.""That's that, then," said Mrs. Fillmore. "It's a pity, though.""Why are you taking it so much to heart?" said Sally with a nervouslaugh.