“Of course I’d be happier. Most people are happier when they believe in something. Unfortunately I never was taught anything I could or cared to believe.”
“Mary! How can you say that, when poor George....”
She broke off as the door opened and Jenny suddenly appeared.
“Hullo, Jenny!” cried Doris—“have you come back?—Have they found Peter?”
Jenny did not speak. She shut the door behind her, and stood with her back against it. Her face was white and damp. It was evidently raining, and wet strands of hair were plastered on her cheeks.
“Is Dr. Mount in there?” she asked.
“Yes—but Jenny ... Peter!...”
“I must see Dr. Mount first.”
“Who’s that asking for me?”
The doctor came in from the next room; at the sight of Jenny he shut the communicating door.