"Well," said the latter, "I suppose you've heard—" she paused to get her breath.
"What?" said the sister Lize, in a whisper, approaching the new arrival.
"My heart is all in a flutter—don't hurry me."
The sister Lize went to the door and closed it. Then she turned quickly, facing the other woman.
"Serene Davis," she began solemnly, "you'll never leave this room alive until you tell us."
"Can't you let a body enjoy herself a minute?"
"Tell me," she insisted, threatening with a needle.
Ruth Tole regarded them with a look of firmness which seemed to say, "Stab her if she doesn't tell."
"Well," said the sister Serene, "you know that stylish young widow that came a while ago to the Moosehead—the one that wore the splendid black silk the night o' the ball?"
"Yes."