He gulped down some of the food, under protest, Janet standing over him, and then came a tide of lamentation.
"God comfort you, my boy! God strengthen and comfort you!" said Janet.
In the whirl of his stunned senses, Victor caught at the first subject of his thoughts.
"Is it about Fenella?" he asked, and Janet nodded and-wiped her eyes.
"Is she—dead?"
Janet threw up her hands. "Thank the Lord, no, not that, anyway."
"Is she ill?"
"Not that either."
"Then why make all this fuss? What does it matter to me?"
"It matters more to you than to anybody else in the world, dear," said Janet.