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Angela did not return in a week, she had decided to remain another fortnight in Scotland. She was staying now with the Peacocks, it seemed, and would not get back until after her birthday. Stephen looked at the beautiful ring as it gleamed in its little white velvet box, and her disappointment and chagrin were childish. + 

But Violet Antrim, who had also been staying with the Peacocks, had arrived home full of importance. She walked in on Stephen one afternoon to announce her engagement to young Alec Peacock. She was so much engaged and so haughty about it that Stephen, whose nerves were already on edge, was very soon literally itching to slap her. Violet was now able to look down on Stephen from the height of her newly gained knowledge of men⁠—knowing Alec she felt that she knew the whole species. + 

“It’s a terrible pity you dress as you do, my dear,” she remarked, with the manner of sixty, “a young girl’s so much more attractive when she’s soft⁠—don’t you think you could soften your clothes just a little? I mean, you do want to get married, don’t you! No woman’s complete until she’s married. After all, no woman can really stand alone, she always needs a man to protect her.” + 

Stephen said: “I’m all right⁠—getting on nicely, thank you!” + 

“Oh, no, but you can’t be!” Violet insisted. “I was talking to Alec and Roger about you, and Roger was saying it’s an awful mistake for women to get false ideas into their heads. He thinks you’ve got rather a bee in your bonnet; he told Alec that you’d be quite a womanly woman if you’d only stop trying to ape what you’re not.” Presently she said, staring rather hard: “That Mrs. Crossby⁠—do you really like her? Of course I know you’re friends and all that⁠—But why are you friends? You’ve got nothing in common. She’s what Roger calls a thorough man’s woman. I think myself she’s a bit of a climber. Do you want to be used as a scaling ladder for storming the fortifications of the county? The Peacocks have known old Crossby for years, he’s a wonderful shot for an ironmonger, but they don’t care for her very much I believe⁠—Alec says she’s man-mad, whatever that means, anyhow she seems desperately keen about Roger.” + 

Stephen said: “I’d rather we didn’t discuss Mrs. Crossby, because, you see, she’s my friend.” And her voice was as icy cold as her hands. + 

“Oh, of course if you’re feeling like that about it⁠—” laughed Violet, “no, but honest, she is keen on Roger.” + 

When Violet had gone, Stephen sprang to her feet, but her sense of direction seemed to have left her, for she struck her head a pretty sharp blow against the side of a heavy bookcase. She stood swaying with her hands pressed against her temples. Angela and Roger Antrim⁠—those two⁠—but it couldn’t be, Violet had been purposely lying. She loved to torment, she was like her brother, a bully, a devil who loved to torment⁠—it couldn’t be⁠—Violet had been lying. + 

She steadied herself and leaving the room and the house, went and fetched her car from the stables. She drove to the telegraph office at Upton: “Come back, I must see you at once,” she wired, taking great care to prepay the reply, lest Angela should find an excuse for not answering. + 

The clerk counted the words with her stump of a pencil, then she looked at Stephen rather strangely. + 