Francie, meanwhile, studied wife Buck - she was beautiful, this can not be doubted, as no doubt in coldness, detachment of her nature. The perfectly tailored dress in gray wool fabric she looked a lady, a lady of high society. - So what do you still want me to say? - Francie asked, surprised herself by how calm her voice sounded, though inside she still shrank from fear. Marianne turned sharply. - I came here, Miss Harrison to appeal to your mind. I do not know, and I do not want to know the details of your relationship with my husband, but there are things that you should know about it. That is, I want to say, you need to know. For his own good. Tell me, please, did you ever take into account his children?