But Harriett’s mind refused, obstinately, to connect the two Robins and Priscilla.
She remembered that she had to speak to Robin. They went together into his study. Cissy sent her a look, a signal, and rose; she stood by the doorway.
“Beatie, you might come here a minute.”
Harriett was alone with Robin.
“Well, Harriett, we haven’t been able to do much for you. In my beastly state——”
“You’ll get better.”
“Never. I’m done for, Harriett. I don’t complain.”
“You’ve got a devoted wife, Robin.”
“Yes. Poor girl, she does what she can.”
“She does too much.”