She shivered and went to the fire. "I see. Yes, I see," she murmured. Then she picked up the letter again, and read them a detailed account of what the doctor had told her mother about Guy's condition. The letter ended by asking Miss Breeze to take it to "Happy House," as the writer was too busy to set it all down a second time.
Grisel folded it up, and put it back into the envelope.
"My mother had a note from her," Wick remarked, "two or three days ago, it was. And she sent Jenny two pairs of gloves. I like to think," he added, "of her there in Paris running about with the E. V. Lucas under her arm, seeing things she has always heard of. She also," he added, "wrote a charming note to Miss Perkins."
"Did she? Has Miss Perkins written to her?"
He nodded. "Yes. She was awfully touched by the letter. So was Mrs. Perkins. Your mother's promised to go and see them as soon as she gets home."
Grisel smiled with a touch of condescension. "By the way, as she's so confined to the house by her mother's health, you might take me to see her one afternoon. Or—or Sir John would let us go in the car."
Sir John nodded. "Any day you say, my dear."
Wick was terrified for a moment, and then agreed to the proposal with becoming enthusiasm.
"That would be kind of you," he answered. "I've been longing to suggest it, but didn't quite like to."
She looked at him sideways, and he saw her knuckles whiten.