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But Fitzalan , whose arm Susan had seen Rod press , remained silent . `` Come on , my dear , '' cried Miss Francklyn , smiling sweet insolent treachery into Susan 's face . Susan smiled sweetly back at her . As she was leaving the taxicab in Forty-fifth Street , she said : `` Send Rod home by noon , wo n't you ? And do n't tell him I know . '' Miss Francklyn , who had been drinking greedily , began to cry . Susan laughed .