'They get over it very soon—in general,' said Cicely coolly.
'Not that sort.'
The voice was Captain Marsworth's.
Cicely appeared to take no notice. But her eyelids flickered. Hester
Martin interposed.
'A dear, little, appealing thing,' she said, warmly—'and her husband evidently a capital fellow. I didn't take to the sister—but who knows? She may be an excellent creature, all the same. I'm glad I shall be so near them. It will be a help to that poor child to find her something to do.'
Cicely laughed.
'You think she'll hunt sphagnum—and make bandages? I don't.'
'Why this "thusness?"' said Miss Martin raising her eyebrows. 'What has made you take a dislike to the poor little soul, Cicely? There never was anyone more plainly in love—'
'Or more to be pitied,' said the low voice in the background—low but emphatic.
It was now Cicely's turn to flush.