'Do you mean Cicely?'
'Yes. She opened the door.'
Madame frowned again.
'But what on earth——'
Henry interrupted, looking up at her now.
'I'll tell you. I know. I can see it. And somebody's got to tell you.'
Madame looked mystified.
'She couldn't bear to have you know. She was afraid you——'
Madame raised her free hand. 'We won't go into that.'
'But we must. It was your temper she was——'