“The usual thing, I suppose, dear. You don’t seem to hear of anything at Cambridge.”
“But you don’t mean——?”
“Well, I know something of Hetty. And I’ve got eyes.”
“You mean to say she’s—she’s got Peter?”
“It shows plainly enough.”
“My Peter!” cried Joan sharply.
“You’re not an Egyptian princess,” said Adela.
“You mean—he’s gone—Peter’s gone—to her studio? That—things like that have happened?”
Adela stared at her friend. “These things have to happen, Joan.”
“But he’s only a boy yet.”