“Winnie need not trouble herself,” Cynthia remarked; “we can get on very well without her. Of course she knows no more about the affair than the rest of us.”
The words were innocent enough, but there was something very sarcastic in the way in which they were uttered.
“Evidently you would rather I would not go,” Winnie said, as though thinking aloud. “I am sorry to be disobliging, but if that is the case I believe I will.”
CHAPTER IV.
TROUBLE IN THE AMEN CORNER.
Doubt,
A soul-mist through whose rifts familiar stars
Beholding, we misname.
—Jean Ingelow
Milly had been unhappy for days.
And now a great trouble fell upon all of us. It was as though a dense fog of doubt and suspicion had drifted in upon the Amen Corner, separating dear friends, so that we could not recognize each other’s faces through its dense folds, and our voices sounded false and far away as we called and groped for one another.
Our interview with Madame was very brief. I simply stated the fact of the disappearance of the money, which the other girls corroborated.