Ah, there was another grave, then? What did Bella mean?
She exclaimed, stopped swinging her gloves, folded her hands gravely—
"Why, Cousin Antony, didn't you read in the papers?"
He saw a rush of colour fill her cheeks. It wasn't death, then? He hadn't seen any papers for some time,
and he never should have expected to find his aunt's name in the papers.
"I don't believe I can tell you, Cousin Antony."
He drew up a chair and sat down by her. "Yes, you can, little cousin."
Her face was troubled, but she smiled. "Yes, that was what you used to call me, didn't you? You see, I'm hardly supposed to know. It's not a thing a girl should know, Cousin Antony. Can't you guess?"
"Hardly, Bella."
Fairfax wiped his hands on a bunch of cloths, and the dry morsels of clay fell to the floor.