“I guess I've fixed her,” she said to herself.
Her very soul was sick with fear of what she had done.
CHAPTER XVIII
K. saw Sidney for only a moment on Christmas Day. This was when the gay little sleigh had stopped in front of the house.
Sidney had hurried radiantly in for a moment. Christine's parlor was gay with firelight and noisy with chatter and with the clatter of her tea-cups.
K., lounging indolently in front of the fire, had turned to see Sidney in the doorway, and leaped to his feet.
“I can't come in,” she cried. “I am only here for a moment. I am out sleigh-riding with Dr. Wilson. It's perfectly delightful.”
“Ask him in for a cup of tea,” Christine called out. “Here's Aunt Harriet and mother and even Palmer!”
Christine had aged during the last weeks, but she was putting up a brave front.