Chapter 58

Lisbeth was not thinking of either Alan or Stephen on an October afternoon as she rode homeward. She was thinking of the new fur coat that lay in a box on the seat of the taxi, beside her. It happened to be the first fur coat she had owned since the grey squirrel went the way inevitable to all fluffy furs, some seasons past. Buying this new one had seemed an occasion sufficiently important to justify a taxicab ride home, though ordinarily, Lisbeth economized on taxicabs, in order to pay for a very superior maid who…