'I daresay,' said Anne dryly. 'It's sure to be fixed up soon, and then
I'm going away too.'
'You are! Why, Miss Yeo?'
'Oh, I don't know. I feel I'm not in the picture. I hate the sight of turtle-doves. If I've been able to do her a good turn in this little trouble, it will be a great consolation where I'm going.'
'I'm afraid you're not happy, Miss Yeo?' said Eugenia impulsively.
'I don't know that I am, particularly. But does it matter? We can't all be happy.'
'I'm sorry. I want everyone to be happy.'
'I suppose it's always a mistake to make an idol of anyone,' said Anne. 'I'm afraid Hyacinth thinks that is what her husband has done about you.'
'That would indeed be inexcusable!'
'She thought that the hopelessness of it had made him idealise you, and even that worried her; but when she saw you together, and it seemed—well, concrete treachery—she was furious.'
'It will bring them nearer than they have ever been before,' assured
Eugenia.