"And Phœbe," said Fanny.
Mrs. Lethbridge's face underwent a change. In matters of the heart a woman's instincts are lightning-tipped.
"I have an idea," said Fanny, "that they are fond of each other."
Mrs. Lethbridge looked apprehensively at her daughter, but she saw in Fanny's face no despondency, no disappointment. On the contrary, it was radiant. The fond mother smiled.
"Only an idea, Fanny?" she asked.
"Only an idea, mother," said Fanny. "There has been nothing really serious said, but I am certain I am not mistaken. Now confess, mother; you thought I was the magnet?"
"Well, my dear, I did have a suspicion, and it has been proved to be wrong."
"You are not sorry, mother?"
"No, my dear, so long as you are happy. That is my only care."
"I am perfectly happy, and I mean to die an old maid. Dear Phœbe! I do hope everything will turn out right."