"Haven't you seen the paper?" she demanded.
"Not yet," I had to confess. "I've been terribly rushed this morning."
"You don't know what has happened, then?"
"No. What has? Out with it," I retorted a little alarmed. Edith's voice was high-pitched and strained.
"The old lady Sewall has died."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I replied, relieved, however.
"In London—a week ago," went on Edith.
"Really? What a shame! Does Ruth know?"
"She ought to. It rather affects her."