"Just now she is. She wanted a change so badly, poor dear."
"With friends?"
"Yes. They are most kind to her. It was just what she wanted, for she was quite worn out. The hard work at Cup time prostrated her."
"I'm awfully sorry to hear it. You are sure she is all right again?"
"Oh, quite. They weigh her every now and then, and she has gained half a stone."
"In this hot weather, too! Evidently it is doing her good. The sea, I suppose?"
"No. Mountains. At least I suppose they are mountains—I never was there myself."
"You must miss her very much?"
"Dreadfully. And I am afraid she worries about us. But the room goes on all right. Lucinda Allonby is a cat, but she is smart at waiting; and her aunt is a good soul. She is regularly in the partnership now."
"Yes. Did you say your sister had gone to Healesville?"