“Why, that was your old place.”
“It was.”
“Did you find it much changed—bourgeois, and all that?” said Ethel.
“Nothing could really change the old place to me; but I would rather not talk of what the Carters have done.”
“I am sure it must have given you profound agony,” said Ethel.
Angela faintly coloured, and then she said:
“Tell me about your little sister, the one about whom you are so anxious.”
“Oh, Nesta! Nesta’s all right.”
“Then she has come back?”
“No; she hasn’t come back; we can’t imagine where she is.”