Suddenly she opened them again.
"Yes," she said, "I have seen one--the night of 'Faust.' It was Rosemary Goddard!"
Kate gave a little scream.
"Well, I'd rather follow you to the grave you seem so bent on f-falling into," she stammered, "than to get happiness from such a source. My dear, Rosemary Goddard is a C-Christian Scientist!"
Kate's tone indicated that Rosemary had contracted a loathsome disease.
Carolina fixed her eyes on Kate. She was not of a contrary disposition, yet the difference between Kate Howard's tone and Rosemary Goddard's face made her stop to think.
"I should like to talk to Rosemary," she said at last. To her surprise and consternation, Kate burst into tears.
"If you g-go and turn into one of those n-nasty things," she sobbed, "it will end everything. I'd rather you died!"
"Then never mind," said Carolina, wearily. "I don't want to vex anybody. Perhaps I shall die."
Kate jumped up. The momentary colour faded from Carolina's face and the strength from her voice. Kate recognized the change.