Something had happened between them that afternoon.
"You ladies are very quiet," Feathers said, turning to her, and Marie roused herself with an effort.
Dorothy Webber was almost silent. Her head ached, she said; she thought it must have been the sun that afternoon.
"You played a fine game," Chris told her. "I shall have to look to my laurels." She did not answer, seemed not to have heard, and Marie asked, "Did you see Mrs. Heriot?"
"Yes. She and her sister had a foursome with us." It was Chris who 234 answered "She told me to give you her love." he added with a twinkle, "and to say that she should be in town to-morrow and would call to see you."
It was in the tip of Marie's tongue to say that she would not be in, but she checked the words. After all, Mrs. Heriot did not matter to her. She was no longer actively jealous.
The dinner was hardly a success.
"What's the matter with everyone?" Dorothy asked impatiently as she and Marie followed Miss Chester to the drawing-room. "Didn't you think we were all very dull?" she appealed to the old lady.
"I really didn't notice, my dear," Miss Chester answered complacently. "I have just worked it out in my mind, and I believe I shall finish that shawl in another three days."
Marie laughed. "And how long has it taken you to work, dear?"