"I don't know what to think—yet," she answered. "We mustn't let her tell him, of course...."
As she stood up, her knees were trembling.
"But nobody believes in it seriously," protested Sonia Dainton with a white face.
"I do."
They had been joined by Lord Pennington's giggling companion of the armchair. Her eyes were bigger, and fear had washed away the colour from her cheeks.
"Let me try next, Fatty," she implored Webster.
"Why?"
"I want to."
"But why?"
She moved out of earshot and waited for him to join her.