"You'll stay to lunch, of course, Auntie?"
"Yes, dear, if I may."
"Are you staying for the night?"
"At the hotel."
"I'm sorry that we haven't a spare-room. Emilie can sleep here; then I'll sleep on the sofa.... I must just go and see about lunch."
"Don't put yourself out for me, dear."
"No, Auntie, but I must see what there is. You know, with just the three of us, we live very simply."
She flushed; and Constance realized that they had to be careful and that they could not keep the same generous table as in the old days.
They exchanged a sad smile. Suddenly, Marianne flung herself into Constance' arms.
"My darling, how are you yourself?"