“I am sorry to see that you are still lame,” he said, aloud, as Embrance subsided into silence after her last attempt at light conversation.
“I am much better,” she said, quickly; “I’m only a little tired this afternoon. Are you looking at the ferns? Joan sent them; she is very well and happy. I often hear from her.”
“I am glad of that; I only heard of her marriage by chance, about a fortnight after it took place. Well, I hope it is a happy ending to her many troubles.”
“Yes,” said Embrance, quietly, “I hope so.”
“You were in her confidence all along, of course, Miss Clemon?”
“No, I did not know of her engagement.”
“That was really heartless of Joan! I hope you were angry with her?”
“No,” said Embrance again, “but I miss her very much.”
“I hope that you mean to go and stay with her shortly; the change would do you good.”
“I don’t know. I must say good-bye to her, of course, if I go to New Zealand.”