“I do. I do, of course.”
“Why? Do you hate her?”
Nancy nodded. “Yes, I hate her now. I didn’t used to.”
“It seems to me this is just the moment to admire her. It may be foolish, but surely what she has done is noble, Nancy.”
The hall door opened and simultaneously the door of the motor, and Nancy, putting out one foot, said over her shoulder:
“Oh, Ned, what a goose you are! Don’t you know any woman would have done what she’s done, if she had the chance—the real chance?”
She ran up the steps and into her house, leaving her brother staring after her in amazement.
THE END