'Oh, very well. Tea?'
'Poor Bruce!' said Edith kindly. 'Oh, and poor Madame Frabelle,' she added, with a smile.
Bruce gave Madame Frabelle a slightly reproachful look as he took a cup of tea from her.
'I've been telling Edith,' said that lady in a quiet, dignified way.
'What about?'
'About last night,' said Madame Frabelle, passing Bruce the buttered toast without looking at him, as if avoiding his glance.
'I'm really very much ashamed of it,' said Bruce. 'You can't think how kind she was to me, Edith.'
'I'm sure she was,' said Edith.
'Oh, you won't have a bad night like that again,' said Madame Frabelle cheerily.
'I'm sure I hope not.' He gave a dark, despairing look, and sighed. 'Upon my word, if it hadn't been for her I don't know what I would have done.' He shook his head and stroked his back hair.