“Thank Heaven you can't,” Duff said warmly. It was a little odd, the personal note. Alicia's eyes remained upon the olive.
“It's all she lives for.”
“Well,” Duff declared, “I can imagine higher ends.”
“You're not abusing Hilda!” Alicia said, addressing the olive.
“Not at all. Only vindicating you.”
It did single them out, this fencing. Herbert and Arnold sat as spectators, pushed, in a manner, aside.
“I suppose she will be off soon,” Livingstone said.
“Oh, dreadfully soon. On the fifteenth. I had a note from her to-day.”
“Did she say she was going?” Stephen asked quickly.
“She mentioned the Company—she is the Company surely.”