"Do you ever hear anything of Mrs. Bell, Frank?"
"I saw her to-day," was Frank's unexpected answer. "Saw her yesterday as well."
"Where did you see her? Is she in London?" quickly repeated Edina.
"They have come to live in London. She and Rosaline."
"What has made them do that?" continued Edina quite sharply, as if she did not altogether approve of the information. Daisy's fingers, tying her bonnet-strings, could not have dropped more suddenly, had they been seized with paralysis.
"I'm sure I don't know. They have come into money, through the death of some relative at Falmouth, and thought, I believe, that they would like to live in London. Poor Mrs. Bell is worse than she used to be: the complaint, feared for her, is making progress—and must do so until the end. I am attending her."
"They live near you, then?"
"Close by."
A short silence ensued. Edina was probably busy with her thoughts. She spoke again.
"Is Rosaline as pretty as ever?"