"Well, it's over," he said at last.
"All the arrangements were so carefully made," she said softly, putting her little thumb into the big thumb of his glove, and finding where the mischief had started. He watched her without seeing her.
"I think everything went right," he said. "I hope it did, and Black did his part. I never heard him read so well."
"I thought the same."
Roger was so accustomed to hear this expression from Janey whenever he made a statement that he had long since ceased to listen to it.
"I'm thankful there was no hitch. I could not sleep last night, earache or something, and I had an uneasy feeling—very silly of me, but I could not get it out of my head—that one of those women would turn up and make a scene."
"From what you've told me, Mary Deane would never have done a thing like that."
"No. She was too proud, but there was the other one, the Fontainebleau one. I had a sort of idea she might have been in the church. Queer things happen now and then. I didn't like to look round. Mustn't be looking about at a funeral. I suppose you didn't see anyone that might have been her?"
Janey laid down the glove.
"I didn't look round either," she said.