Molly glanced up from the paper:
"Isn't Langly stopping for luncheon with you?"
"No."
Molly looked at her curiously:
"Did you enjoy your gallop?"
"We didn't gallop much."
"Spooned?"
Strelsa shuddered slightly. The elder woman dropped her paper and gazed at her.
"You don't mean to say it's all off, Strelsa!"
"Entirely. Please don't let's speak of it again—or of him—if you don't mind——"