“Yes. I don’t think it’s gossipy to remark on her lack of many things that usually come with money,” said Gloria wisely. “All of which would point to sudden wealth.”
“Or, perhaps, to some circumstance not compatible with wealth. Sometimes a big mill manager may really be rich and yet have to live in a horrible district,” reasoned Trixy. Her own father was a manufacturer and a magnate, but their home in Sandford was the show place of the town. Yet Beatrix Travers was well versed in such limitations.
“I don’t believe it is that,” said Gloria. “It appears to me——”
“Oh, naturally it must fit in with all the other thrilling details.” They were in the hallway, but no one seemed to be about. “Just as we thought they are—plugging,” smiled Trixy. “I’ll make a sign for our door while I wait for you. They might just come down on us for curiosity’s sake.”
Gloria tossed back a smile as she took the other corridor. In spite of her confidence with Trixy there was always a subtle something she could not find words to express. She knew, instinctively, that Jack had hidden more than she had divulged, she also knew that the sensitiveness could not account for such alarm as Jack had betrayed, therefore there was something definite Jack was bound to hide from her companions.
This line of reasoning was suddenly interrupted by Mary Mears almost colliding with Gloria on the turn near Jack’s door.
“Oh!” both exclaimed.
“She’s asleep,” said Mary. “Did you get her mother on the wire?”
“Yes,” murmured Gloria surprised that Mary should ask.
“Is she—satisfied to wait—until Jack is stronger?”