“I do not think I shall have time for it,” said Eris, thoughtfully.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed Betsy, laughing. “Don’t be unhuman!”
“Oh, no.... I only mean that it’s—it’s a thing which has not—occurred.... I have not thought about it, much.”
“Nor wished for it?”
“Oh, no.”
“Still,” said Betsy, smiling, “we’re made for it, you know.... That is, if we’re quite healthy.”
“I suppose so,” said Eris absently.
After a silence Betsy pressed her hands, rose, looked down at her with friendly gaze.
“I ought to join the others. You won’t forget to come? Please don’t: I’d like to have you with us. Good-night, Eris. Get well quickly!”
As she was going out: “Make my peace with Barry Annan,” she added. “I’m in dutch with that young man.”