Caroline followed them to the head of the stairs to see them depart.
Julia slipped anxiously across the room to Netherby Gomme:
“Netherby, what is this? Is it all really true?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me, Netherby?” The tears sprang into her eyes.
“I guessed what I guessed, Julia; but I have only known to-day.”
“Where are they going to live?”
Netherby Gomme smiled sadly:
“Well—Mrs. Baddlesmere has taken what is called by the house-agents the spacious, well-lit, and airy upper floor of an imposing family mansion in the West End.... We should call it an attic in Hammersmith.”
Noll, who had slid down from his office-stool, crept up to Julia: