"All right, Nan; make yourself comfie, and then talk to me."
The flames were crackling up the chimney now, and Nan settled herself on the hearthrug with a sigh of satisfaction.
"Do you think Jean will be happy so far away from you all?"
"She wanted very much to go," Helen replied evasively.
"Yes, I know that. Helen, Jean was not happy before she went away. Did you not see it?"
Helen did not speak, and after a moment Nan resumed quietly:
"Yes, Jean was unhappy, and yet Mr. Farr loved her dearly."
Helen sat up and looked at her friend in blank astonishment.
"Why, Nan——"
"Dear, I couldn't help guessing it. Indeed, I don't mean to be impertinent, but I believe Mr. Farr was in love with Jean, and I can't bear to see everything going wrong, when a little common sense would set it right."