“I called him by his Christian name!” ejaculated Hildegarde.
“Yes.”
“When in the world?”
“That very first night.”
“You must be dreaming.”
Mrs. Locke shook her head. “Of course it’s no crime. I didn’t mean that.”
“Crime? No. It would have been lunacy. But I never did it.”
Mrs. Locke opened a little book that lay in her lap.
Hildegarde leaned forward. For the first moment since waking she forgot the Arctic Cap. “Do help me to understand. What did I say?”