"Oh, no!"
"You're sure?"
"Clare would have told me if they had had a row. She tells me everything."
He smiled a little.
She looked surprised.
"Oh—thirty-three—thirty-four—thirty-five. I don't really know. She never talks about ages and looks and that sort of thing. She rather despises all that. She laughs at me for—for liking clothes...." Her little blush made her look natural again. "But why?"
"I wondered. Then there was nothing to upset the child?"
"Only the failing. And then the play. I told you. She was awfully strange afterwards. That's where I blame myself. I ought to have seen that she was overwrought. But she drank the tea, and cheered up so when I told her Clare was pleased with her acting——"
"Was she?" He was frowning interestedly.