“Intimate,” said Lena. “You know they used to say that Mr. Percival—but of course that was before he met me, and anyway there was nothing in it.”
“I know,” said Miss Huntress. “I sent a line to the Chatterer once about it.”
“Did you really? Well, of course, for form’s sake, she has to be as nice as ever to me and Mr. Percival. But she has reconciled herself. It’s all Mr. Early now.”
“You don’t say!” ejaculated Miss Huntress with interest.
“She’s regularly throwing herself at his head. Why only this afternoon I saw her do the most unconventional thing.”
“What was it?”
“Oh, I dare say she was just getting him to subscribe to some charity or something equally innocent. Still, it was queer. But I know her too well to suspect her of any impropriety. She’s really the dearest, sweetest girl, Miss Huntress, and I’m the last person in the world to criticize her.”
“But aren’t you going to tell me?”
“Well, she came, quite alone, you understand, to Mr. Early’s this afternoon, and was closeted there the longest time. I couldn’t help wondering what it was all about. What do you suppose?”
“That was funny,” meditated Miss Huntress.