“I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean that. But—your husband?”
“Not one word.”
“I thought you told him everything?”
“About myself I do. Not about friends.”
“Thank you for that, at least,” Cassandra said ungraciously. The next moment she threw out her hands with a gesture of hopeless appeal. “Oh, Grizel, I’ll have to forgive you, for I need you so much, but it was hard! You needn’t have grudged us that little time... I could have killed you for coming in just then. As you know everything, tell me what we are to do?... I feel as if I were going mad... What are we to do?”
“What does he suggest?”
“He asked me to go away with him to-night. I’ve told you, so now you can go and warn Bernard. Perhaps Providence will throw you up against him on the way home!”
Grizel mopped her eyes with the little handkerchief.
“Why sneer?” she asked softly. “It’s bad enough, goodness knows, without that to make it worse... And are you going, dear?”
The voice was so tranquil that Cassandra started in surprise.