“I think so——”
“She was—excited?”
“Mary,” whispered Gloria, drawing the girl into a nearby alcove. “Did Jack—tell you?”
“Yes and no,” said Mary frankly. “But Gloria, I know something of Jack’s anxiety and you need not fear you are divulging confidence. In fact, it is really more important for me to know if Mrs. Corday is coming here than it is for Jack.”
“For you to know?” repeated Gloria, incredulously.
“Yes,” said Mary decisively. “And if you know whether or not she is coming, Gloria, can’t you trust me far enough to let me know?” The voice and manner were subtly ingratiating.
“Certainly, Mary,” promised Gloria, and the next moment she was in her own room holding her confused head in two unwilling hands.
“The waters gather,” she groaned to Trixy.
“They rush along,” finished the girl under the yellow lamp shade.