"How would to-morrow suit you? No, not to-morrow--Saturday? No; we are going out Saturday. Let me see--we are so crowded with engagements I shall have to go home and look at my book. But you must come very soon. You have heard the news, of course? Isn't it dreadful?"
"What news?" He knew perfectly what she meant.
"About the Norman-Wentworths getting a divorce? Dreadful, isn't it? Perfectly dreadful! But, of course, it was to be expected. Any one could see that all along?"
"I could not," said Keith, dryly; "but I do not claim to be any one."
"Which side are you on? Norman's, I suppose?"
"Neither," said Keith.
"You know, Ferdy always was in love with her?" This with a glance to obtain Keith's views.
"No; I know nothing about it."
"Yes; always," she nodded oracularly. "Of course, he is making love to Alice Lancaster, too, and to the new governess at the Wentworths'."
"Who is that?" asked Keith, moved by some sudden instinct to inquire.