"You needn't feel unhappy about it," said Anne. "It's Eliot's house and
Jerrold's food. How's Cutler?"
"Much the same as when you saw him." Queenie answered quietly, but her face was red.
"And that Johnnie—what was his name?—who took my place?"
Queenie's flush darkened. She was holding her mouth so tight that the thin red line of the lips faded.
"Noel Fenwick," said Anne, suddenly remembering.
"What about him?" Queenie's throat moved as if she swallowed something big and hard.
"Is he there still?"
"He was when I left."
Her angry, defiant eyes were fixed on the open doorway. You could see she was waiting for Colin, ready to fall on him and tear him as soon as he came in.
"Am I to see Colin or not?" she said as she rose.