"I think," she said slowly, "that I'll go straight back."
"And tell Maggie?" asked Adela with excited eyes.
"If she doesn't know."
Adela said nothing; the subject was too perilous. She even regretted having said so much; but she pressed her friend's arm approvingly.
"It doesn't matter about Lady Semingham just now," said Marjory in an absent sort of tone. "It will do later."
"You're not looking well," remarked Adela, who had at last looked at her.
"I had a bad night."
"And how's Maggie?"
The girl paused a moment.
"I haven't seen her this morning. She sent word that she would breakfast in bed. I'll just run up now, Adela."