"My dear, I'm a silly old woman——"
"Yes, you tell me that once a week."
"One day you'll believe it.—All right—you can ask your Miss Hartill—or shall I write?"
Alwynne hugged her.
"Elsbeth, you're an angel! I'll go round at once. Oh, it will be jolly."
"If she comes."
Alwynne turned, on the way to her bedroom. Elsbeth's intonation was peculiar.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't think she'll come, Alwynne."
"But I know she'll be alone——"