"Not a bit of it!" Honor asserted. "The cold weather will put me to rights very soon."
"Perhaps you have something on your mind, darling?"
"I have. I am worrying badly for Joyce Meredith."
"Joyce will get nothing more than she deserves. Why should you suffer? It is nobody's business to meddle between husband and wife."
"Somebody is already meddling, so it may need counter-meddling to put it right."
"I shouldn't bother my head. We have enough to do without trying to act Providence in the case of fools."
"We are not trying to act Providence, but Providence needs to use us. It seems we are just so many pawns in the great Game."
"It has often puzzled me what Captain Dalton has been after," said Mrs. Bright, eyeing her daughter rather narrowly. Fear had preyed considerably on her mind, that the doctor had been playing fast and loose with her child, to her sorrow. "You and he have been fast friends. Once you told me there was an 'understanding'; but nothing seems to have come of it, though you have corresponded very regularly."
"I showed you some of his letters, darling," Honor temporised, faithful to her intention of bearing her own burdens alone, if possible.
"Nice, manly letters they were, and most interesting of his work and things in general. But I am none the wiser."