Clare shook her head.
"I won't help you, Louise. You must find out for yourself. Leave it alone, if you're wise."
"How can I? I've been reading——"
"Ah?"
"The Origin of Species—and We Two."
Clare's gravity fled. She lay back shaking with laughter.
"Louise, you're delightful! Anything else?"
Louise pulled up her footstool to Clare's knee.
"Miss Hartill, I've been reading a play. It's horrible. I can't bear it, though it was thrilling to read——"
Clare interrupted.