Sophy couldn't restrain a tired little laugh.
"Well, you know what I mean. But when one thinks of how...."
Sophy broke in on her firmly:
"Olive dear, this isn't telling me 'everything.' I want to know what motives Lady Wychcote attributes to me."
"Really, dear—it's so disgusting of her!"
"What did she say?"
"You will have it?"
"Yes ... please."
"She says you want to get rid of Cecil on account of Gerald."
Sophy was silent for some moments. Olive leaned forward and took her hand, caressing it.