"I think, darling, we're up against it. And—and I'm terribly afraid."
"I see," she whispered. "Need Jill and I go back?"
"Jill needn't, but you must, dear. You're a witness."
As I spoke, I shot a glance at my cousin. The latter was unburdening her soul to Madge Lacey, the quondam bridesmaid, and, to judge from such fragments of the load as reached my ears, uttering sufficient slander regarding Mr. Douglas Bladder to maintain another dozen actions at law.
As some cold tongue was set before me—
"Every thing was going so well," said Daphne miserably. "I thought Berry was splendid."
"He was," said I, sousing my brandy with soda. "So were you, sweetheart. Nobody could have done more. And they don't disbelieve you and Jonah. They just think you've made a mistake."
She nodded dully.
"I don't blame them," she said slowly. "That man is so terribly clever. His whole attitude——"
A cry from Jill interrupted her.