Belinda left off fingering the flowers.
"I really ought to be going," she said.
"Yes. It's about time for you to go now," assented Sophy.
Her tone was quite even, yet at something in it those two winced.
Sophy had a cruel moment.
"Do you know," she said, "you and Morris both seem rather overstrung to me. What's the matter? You haven't been quarrelling again already, have you?"
Neither answered. Sophy repeated it. "Have you?" she said again.
"No," said Loring.
Belinda had taken up her wrap from a chair and was going towards the door.
"I think the carriage must be there...." she said in a high, artificially anxious voice as she went. She almost ran into the arms of Simms, who had come to announce the brougham.