Carolyn suddenly sat upright in her chair. "Do we?" she asked, fiercely. Then she made an effort to restrain her words. She sank back again upon the seat. "They are not drowned," she said, calmly, as if merely asserting an evident fact.
Mrs. Ffolliott came close to her daughter and gently stroked her forehead.
"There, there," she said, as if speaking to a child; "we won't talk about it." Then she added, as an afterthought, "But I've ordered the mourning."
"The mourning!"
Again Carolyn sat upright. This time she laughed. At that laugh the mother drew back a little.
"I tell you they are not drowned," the girl repeated.
"Then where are they?"
"What does it matter where they are? They are together."
"Carolyn!"
"Yes, together."