"Kathy——"
"I'd rather you didn't call me that, if you don't mind."
"Why?" Audrey stared with large, incomprehensive eyes.
"I can't tell you why."
"Katherine, then—it is prettier. Do you know, I sometimes think it's better, oh, infinitely better, that he should have died."
Katherine rose from her seat, to end it, looking down on the kneeling figure, as she answered bitterly—
"It was indeed—infinitely better."
But irony, like so many other things of the kind, was beyond Audrey.
"I suppose I ought to go now," she said, rising. Katherine made no answer.
Audrey went away to get ready, a little reluctantly, for she had so much more to say. It had never occurred to her to be jealous of Katherine. That may have been either because she did not know, or because she did not care. She had been so sure of Vincent.