“It’s on account of the judge’s rheumatism, isn’t it?”
“I think Di likes to play golf.”
“She doesn’t seem to care for it here. I asked her to go to the links the last time I was home, and she refused.”
Fanny elevated her delicate brows.
“Perhaps she had another engagement. You know Di’s the most popular person in Mapleton.”
He set the neglected cup down on the table and looked at her with preoccupied eyes.
“She’s perfectly charming, isn’t she? But—do you think—I mean, does she seem quite happy?”
Fanny temporized, aware of a sinking heart.
“She should be. She’s got everything, and the old judge adores her.”
He leaned back in his chair, toying with the spoons on the table.