They looked at her. Yes, she had certainly captured Mr. Barry. Poor Marjory had a way....
"I wonder," sighed the Rev. Needham—a little ponderously to conceal an inner breathlessness. "I wonder...."
"What, Alf?"
He shook himself, looking dimly horrified. "Nothing, Anna." What he wondered was whether his wife's sister had ever fallen by the wayside....
"Alf," whispered Anna, on the point of slipping upstairs to make sure for the last time that the visitor's room was quite ready, "how did you two get on?"
"I can't say very well," he answered with an inflection of nervous vagueness. "It was almost all about a Bishop on the train. Anna, I'm—I'm afraid it's no use. You know there are people in the world that seem destined never to understand each other...."
"Oh, Alf—she's so good-hearted!"
"That may be true," he replied, "but in Tahulamaji I'm beginning to be convinced she led—that she may almost have led...."
"Oh, Alf!"
"And she'd forgotten...."