"And supposing there was something that keeps it off?"
"What is there? What is there?"
"I believe there's something. Would you mind awfully if it wasn't the place?"
"What do you mean, Agatha?" (There was a faint resentment in Milly's agonised tone.)
It was then that Agatha told her. She made it out for her as far as she had made it out at all, with the diffidence that a decent attitude required.
Milly raised doubts which subsided in a kind of awe when Agatha faced her with the evidence of dates.
"You remember, Milly, the night when he slept."
"I do remember. He said himself it was miraculous."
She meditated.
"And so you think it's that?" she said presently.