“Really, Nat?” Mrs. Evringham straightened up in her interest. “Who did it?”
“She was healed by Christian Science.”
“You don't mean it!”
“Indeed I do.”
Mrs. Evringham thanked her holy stars that Eloise was absent.
“Well! I never for one moment classed your mother as a malade imaginaire!” exclaimed the lady.
Her companion raised his eyebrows. “I fancy no one did who knew her.”
“You believe it, then?”
“I should be an idiot if I didn't.”
“Do you mean to say she is out of her wheeled chair?”