CHAPTER XXXI
MIDNIGHT REFLECTIONS
“Yes, Tibby angel, you were quite right.”
It was the sixth time Trix had made the same remark in the last half hour, and she had made it each time with the same attentive deliberation as if the words were being only once spoken, though she knew she would probably have to say them at least six times more.
She was sitting in front of her bedroom fire clad in a blue dressing-gown. Miss Tibbutt was sitting in an armchair opposite to her. She had come into the room presumably for two minutes only, to see that Trix had all she wanted, but after she had fluttered for full ten minutes from dressing-table to bed, and back to dressing-table again, talking all the time, Trix had firmly pushed her into an armchair.
Miss Tibbutt took off her spectacles, and polished them slowly.
“And what is to be done, Trix dear?”
Trix looked thoughtful.