"Dead?" cried Angelica. "Vincent? In the war?"
"The transport he was on, struck a mine."
"Then he never got there? He never told Eddie?"
"No."
"Oh, Mrs. Geraldine!" she cried. "Then I’m safe!"
Polly turned away.
"Don’t you feel sorry?" she asked. "He was very young to die."
Angelica shook her head.
"No, I can’t," she said; "not just now. I can’t feel anything but glad."