'There again you are not charitable. Besides, you have not seen Amelie. She is charming, simply charming—a girl, too, a real flesh and blood girl. And she adores him; she adores him with all her splendid vitality.'
'And Bertie?' asked Judy.
'Oh, they will be very happy,' said Sybil. 'It will be a great success. He admires her immensely; he likes her immensely. Dear Judy, there are many ways of love; one way of love is Bertie's and mine. That is all.'
'Did he adore Mrs. Emsworth like that?' asked Judy.
'Well, no, I imagine not; that was the other way of love.'
She took up the morning paper. Then a sudden thought seemed to strike her, and she laid it down again.
'By the way, is Charlie in town?' she asked. 'I heard from him just before I left America; he said he had not been well. His letter made me feel rather anxious. There was an undercurrent of—of keeping something back.'
'Did he tell you no more than that?' asked Judy.
Sybil glanced up, and, seeing Judy's face, knitted her brows into a frown.
'Judy, what is it?' she asked quickly; 'tell me at once.'