After a while she said to Eve, “I never have any letters, hardly.”
“But you must have,” Eve answered.
“No; almost never. I am going up-stairs for a moment, Eve. Don’t come with me.”
When she returned, more music was going on. As soon as she could, Eve said, inquiringly, “Well?”
“It was from Ferdie.”
“Yes,” responded Cicely, unmoved.
Eve’s thoughts had flown to her own plans. But she found time to think, “What a cold little creature it is, after all!”
At that moment they could say no more.
About midnight, when Eve was in her own room, undressing, there was a tap at the door, and Cicely entered. She had taken off her dress; a forlorn little blue shawl was drawn tightly round her shoulders.