not do it in any other way.

"Who could expect him to come _here?_" Emily replied, to the remark
of her sister. "Not I, certainly."

"I don't believe that would make any difference with him," Florence
ventured to say, for it was little that she could say, that did not
meet with opposition.

"Why don't you?" asked Adeline.

"Because Mary Jones--"

"Mary Jones again!" ejaculated Emily. "I believe you don't think of
anybody but Mary Jones. I'm surprised that Ma lets you visit that
girl!"

"As good people as I am visit her," replied Florence. "I've seen
those there who would be welcome here."

"What do you mean?"

"If you had waited until I had finished my sentence, you would have
known before now. Mary Jones lives in a house no better than this,
and Mr. Armand goes to see her."

"I don't believe it!" said Emily, with emphasis.

"Just as you like about that. Seeing is believing, they say, and as
I have seen him there, I can do no less than believe he was there."