"Yes, one looks on till there's a row—and then one looks away. I suppose that's Christianity."
"Now really, I must beg you, Christine——"
"Well, Eva's not in the room, is she, Kate?"
"You're quite at your worst this afternoon." She came and touched her friend's arm lightly. "Are you unhappy?"
"Don't! It's your business to be good and sympathetic—and stupid," said Christine, wriggling under her affectionate touch.
"But John's affairs are ever so much better, aren't they?"
"Yes, ever so much. It's not John's affairs. It's—— Good gracious, who's this?"
Something like a tornado had suddenly swept into the room. It was Jeremy in a state of high excitement. He had a letter in his hand, and rushed up to Kate Raymore, holding it out. At first he did not notice Christine.
"I've had a letter from Sibylla——" he began excitedly.
"Any particular news?" asked Christine quickly.