"I've got to go, Miss Genevieve, dear."
"All right, Nannie."
The woman drew a chair up and pushed her gently into it.
"You'll not be telling him, Miss?"
"No, Nannie—; no—"
The woman started for the door.
"Thank you, Miss Genevieve."
"Nannie—; you said he was taking her—; the black-haired one—; away for a—a rest? Away into the country?"
With her hand on the door-knob the woman turned.
"Yes. Why—lamb!"