“She’s jealous,” thought Lucilla, with a sick pang of pity.
“I’m sorry for poor Val, living right away from civilization, and absorbed by commonplace things all the time,” said Flora.
She went to church more frequently than ever.
Lucilla wondered very often if anything had happened while she was away.
One day she asked Owen Quentillian.
“There was the shock of David’s death,” he said rather lamely.
“Yes. Father says it affected Flora terribly for a long while.”
“Do you find her much changed, then?”
“I find her very unbalanced,” said Lucilla with her usual directness.
“I think she is an unbalanced person,” Quentillian assented, levelly.