“Yes?”
“You know I said I did not believe her William was really engaged to her at all?”
“Yes?”
“Well, I don't believe there is any William. I don't believe he exists. I think Henrietta made him up entirely. I believe she invented him.”
“Oh, lovely!” Gay cooed. “Is n't she wonderful? But why, Lorna? Why should she?”
“That's what I've been wondering. Not just to get money from us, because she uses it to buy the presents she says her William sends. She has no need to buy presents for her William to send. We would believe in her William quite as easily without the presents.”
“Is n't it exciting?” Gay cooed again.
“Well, I never knew anything like it, I'll say that,” agreed Lorna. “When you think of the trouble she has gone to, and how she has kept it up. Gay, do you think she has any idea we don't believe her?”
“Of course not! But isn't it the strangest thing for anybody to do?”
“I don't know,” said Lorna thoughtfully. “I've been thinking about it a lot since I first had a suspicion, and it is n't really so strange. You know what Henrietta is like. She loves to shine. She hates to play second fiddle. Do you remember when we first heard of her dear Billy?”