‘But your brother does. Hasn’t he been to see you yet?’
Nancy was in no mood to submit to examination.
‘Whatever I may have heard, I know nothing about Fanny’s, affairs, and, really, they don’t concern me.
‘I should have thought they might,’ rejoined the other, smiling absently. ‘She has run away from her friends’—a pause—‘and is living somewhere rather mysteriously’—another pause—‘and I think it more than likely that she’s married.’
The listener preserved a face of indifference, though the lines were decidedly tense.
‘Doesn’t that interest you?’ asked Beatrice, in the most genial tone.
‘If it’s true,’ was the blunt reply.
‘You mean, you are glad if she has married somebody else, and not your brother?’
‘Yes, I am glad of that.’
Beatrice mused, with wrinkles at the corner of her eye. Then, fixing Nancy with a very keen look, she said quietly: