Randal Gower gives way to mirth, and so do most of the others. Mrs. Chichester, it is true, laughs a little, but Tita can see that the laughter is somewhat forced.
She goes quickly up to her and slips her hand into hers.
"Don't mind her," says she. "As if a little word here and there would count, when one has a good heart, and I know you have one. We shall all go to heaven, I think, don't you? Don't mind what she hinted about—about that other place, you know."
"Eh?" says Mrs. Chichester, staring at her as if astonished.
"I saw you didn't like it," says Tita.
"Well, I didn't," says Mrs. Chichester, pouting.
"No, of course, one wouldn't."
"One wouldn't what?"
"Like to be told that one would have to go to—you know."
"Oh, I see," says Mrs. Chichester, with some disgust. "Is that what you mean? Oh, I shouldn't care a fig about that!"