Fanny looked closely at her. Was there any foundation for the story Jimmie had told her? Was her sister unhappy? Did all this luxury conceal an aching heart?
"If you're not," she said tentatively, "I don't know what you want. Nobody could be a better husband than Robert. He's just the kindest, nicest man; a woman simply couldn't help loving him."
Virginia made no answer and Fanny continued:
"You do love him, don't you?"
"Yes," said Virginia hesitatingly, "most of the time. In fact, nearly all of the time."
"Most of the time—nearly all the time," exclaimed Fanny. "What do you think love is? Off again, on again, Finnigan! You either love a man or you don't; at least, that's the way I understand it."
Virginia shook her head. Gravely she said:
"The trouble is that you don't understand—this."
Fanny put her arm round her sister's neck. Sympathetically she said:
"What is it, dear? Tell me—"