"It is all right then," said Drusilla, "and jest you let me know when you want things and you can always count on me, 'cause I'm so relieved. But I know you're hungry. I'll have some supper brought up here and you can talk with John. Are you goin', Mr. Thornton?" as the lawyer rose. "Let Daphne stay a while with me. I want her to come to my room and talk a while. I'm real upset and tired and I can listen to Daphne without having to think."
"That sounds as if I talked nothing but nonsense!" Daphne pouted.
Drusilla put her arm around the young girl.
"Never you mind, dear; I like your chatter, so come with me."
And they went to Drusilla's room.
They drew up two easy chairs before the fire and as Drusilla settled into the luxurious depths of hers she chuckled to herself.
"Five hundred dollars! I always knowed preachers was a luxury—but— Well, talk to me, Daphne. What you been doin'?"
"I'm so glad to get a chance to talk with you, Miss Doane. I've been intending to come over for a week, but I've been too busy. You know, Miss Doane, I have a real love affair on my hands, and it's giving me no end of trouble."
Drusilla looked at her quickly.
"Not your own love affair, Daphne?"