"Were you comfortable at the hotel?"
This, if anything, should have started Joanna off, but all she said was—
"It wasn't a bad place."
"Well, if you don't want to talk about your own affairs," said Ellen to herself—"you can listen to mine, for a change. Joanna,"—she added aloud—"I came to meet you, because I've got something special to tell you."
"What's that?"
"Perhaps you can guess."
Joanna dreamily shook her head.
"Well, I'm thinking of getting married again."
"Married!"
"Yes—it's eighteen months since poor Arthur died," sighed the devoted widow, "and—perhaps you've noticed—Tip Ernley's been getting very fond of me."