than your own, that you're going to live in a palace and be waited upon
ever afterwards. You'll have to get up early and cook Osborn's
breakfast, shan't you, before he goes out? And make the beds and sweep
and dust? And you're buying pink tulle caps as if you were going to
breakfast in bed every day!"

"A little housework's nothing! A girl can wear pretty things when she's
married, I suppose?"

"Oh, she _can_."

"She ought to. A man has a right to expect--"

"You'll find a man expects everything he has a right to, and a hundred
per cent. more."

"Osborn is very different from most men."

Julia smiled, stood up, and pressed her hands over her hips to settle
her skirt smoothly; she had an air of abandoning the talk as useless.
Her eyes were tired and her mouth drooped.

"It isn't as though you knew such a great deal about men, dear," Marie
added.

"I don't want to," said Julia.

"Surely, you must like Osborn?"

"What does it matter whether I do or don't, since you do?"