“Oh, Bella told me. Years ago. When she was so little you thought she—”
“Told you what?”
“That you had been in love with John Galbraith since you were sixteen.”
“But you must see that’s absurd. I’ve never even seen him!”
“I wish to God you had! Then you might get over it.”
Hildegarde roused herself to say with equal emphasis, “You are really talking the greatest foolishness—”
“Haven’t you got his picture in your room this moment?”
“I have the picture he—had taken for Bella.”
“Before he ever met Bella you had a picture of Galbraith. You used to wear it. Bella said—”