Prue obeyed, with an arm round Lettice.
"What who meant?"
"You know. She—the last time I saw her—you were there. When she said I was to tell Felix."
"I understand."
"What did she mean? I don't know."
"It is eleven o'clock, and you have a journey to-morrow. I wish you had not put off till now."
"I couldn't say anything sooner. And I can't go without knowing."
"Try to tell me exactly what it is that you want explained."
"I don't know what she meant. She said to you she wasn't afraid . . . And she told me about—there was pardon . . . and yet she said—said—it would have been so different—if only—if only—"
Lettice caught back a sob. "You know, don't you? Please tell me. I'm always thinking, and I can't understand."