“At Mrs Ravenhill’s.”
“Ah, the Ravenhills! We live in a kaleidoscope ball. A shake, and the colours change, and quickly! After seeing so much, it is heartless not to have thought more of them. But they and you were fast friends.”
She gave the effect of a question to this assertion. He parried it with—
“You liked them too, I fancy.”
She paused, and repeated softly—
“They were your friends.”
Wareham made a movement. He caught at another subject as a drowning man at a rope.
“I have written to poor old Sir Michael, and shall telegraph every day, for everything may have changed before my letter reaches him.”
Anne stood up, her tall figure dark against the window.
“Freedom from letters has been a boon, absolutely I had had none until two or three followed us to Molde. And, by the way,”—she turned to him smiling—“I gave Mr Forbes his, and one of them, which had been much re-directed, he greeted as coming from you.”