"Where is she now?"
"She is with God."
"With——"
Lessie is oddly nonplussed by the calm, direct answer. People who talk in that strangely familiar way of—of subjects that properly belong to parsons are rare in her world. She hastens to put her next question.
"Was yours the only Convent in Gueldersdorp where young ladies were taught?"
"It is the only Convent there."
"Did you know—among the pupils—a young person by the name of Mildare?"
There is such concentrated essence of spite in Lessie's utterance of the name, that Lynette winces a little, and the faint, sweet colour rises in her cheeks.
"I—know her, certainly; as far as one can be said to know oneself. My unmarried name was Mildare."
"You—don't say so! Lord, how funny!"