"I hope not. It would be a pity."
"I agree with you," she said quietly. "It would be a pity."
I said nothing for a moment, watching her slim fingers weaving to and fro.
"I have just warned her," I said.
The fingers moved slowly, then stopped and lowered the embroidery frame to her lap. Her wide gaze was full upon me.
"You—what?"
"I warned her."
"Against what?"
"Against Jerry."
She straightened and a sound came from her throat.