"Has she been talking to you much about it?" asked Harry, beginning to feel anxious at his guest's immensely solemn tone.
Indeed, little Mrs. Cormack spoke for the nonce quite like a family physician.
"Oh, yes, about it and him," she replied. "She's never off the subject. Mr. Loring was half right."
"Tom's objections were based on quite other grounds."
"Oh, were they really? I thought—well, anyhow, Mr. Ruston being there will do her no good. She'll like it immensely, of course."
Harry Dennison rubbed his hand over his chin.
"I see what you mean," he said. "Yes, she'd have been better away from everything. But I can't object to Ruston going. I asked him myself."
"Yes, when you were going."
"That makes no difference."
Mrs. Cormack said nothing. She tapped her spoon against the cup once more.