Laura thought that she ought to be offended; but she could not be. Coral’s views were too interesting and she was too obviously unconscious that her interest could be unwelcome.
“Well, we are, anyway——”
Coral enveloped her in an embrace. She looked genuinely delighted.
“Good business, dearie! But I say, I must chaff Justin for not telling me!”
“Oh Coral, don’t! You’ll make him squirm. Haven’t you noticed how he hates—fuss?” she ended delicately, afraid of offending Coral. But Coral did not seem disturbed.
“Yes. Aren’t men quaint? I had a lot of trouble before I cured Johnnie. Justin does remind me so of Johnnie sometimes. That type needs a heap of managing. When I marry again——”
“Again?”
Coral bridled, up in arms in an instant.
“How old d’you think I am then? Sixty?”
“Oh, no! oh, no!” Laura, perplexed, tried to smooth down the angry little woman. But Coral, touched on a tender spot, was not to be pacified.