“Just forty minutes,” she said simply.
Mrs. Davenant smiled and patted her hand.
“Counting the very minutes,” she murmured, gently. “What a thing love is! What would life be without it?”
“Death,” said Una, with a grave smile. “Worse than death.”
Mrs. Davenant sighed.
“Jack is a happy man,” she said. “I wonder whether Stephen will come down this evening?”
“Do you not know?” said Una, absently.
“No,” replied Mrs. Davenant. “I thought, perhaps, he might have told you.”
“Me!” said Una, with open eyes. “Oh, no. Why should he?”
“I didn’t know,” said Mrs. Davenant, quietly. “He tells you everything, I think.”