They helped her out of the room, and we heard their slow progress up the stairs.
It was the blonde lady who broke the silence with her tinkling laugh—
“Poor dear Nita!”
“Kent’s a good sort,” said Miss Howe.
“What’s Hecuba to him now?” Mr. Flood’s smile glinted from one to another.
“A very old friend,” said the blonde lady. “You heard what dear Nita said to him.”
“‘Children together!’ I didn’t know that.” He was still smiling.
“And they always kept in touch,” put in Miss Howe.
“Trust Nita for that,” said the blonde lady.
Miss Howe nodded.