Judy shook her head.
'No; on her return she found she couldn't endure it for a single moment longer. And I'm sure I don't wonder. The description of the pearl-fishing party made me sick. Besides, what could have happened?'
Ginger handed his cup for some more tea.
'If you want me to guess, I will,' he said; 'but I don't think you'll like it.'
'Pray guess,' said she.
'Well, I guess that Bilton—her own Bilton—suddenly behaved like—like Bilton.'
'Why?' said Judy.
'Because she wrote me a letter full of Bilton one week, since when his name has not occurred.'
Judy nodded.
'The same applies to Mrs. Emsworth,' she said. 'Do you think——?'