“Good! It all comes back to that, Miss Edis!”
“When there’s nothing else to be considered. Come, Fanny.” She held out her hand to Tay. “Good-by. I hope you will take that German steamer —”
“Aunt Julia! Where is your West Indian hospitality?”
“It must wait. Will you go?”
“I shall not. Permit me to see you to your carriage.”
“I’d—I’d rather you stayed here. Anyhow, it’s good-by.”
“Good afternoon,” said Tay, shaking her hand heartily.
“Good-by.”
“Good afternoon.”
Julia turned her back and walked up the hall, her head very high, and hoping she could control the longing to run back.