“Richard?”
“Yes, dear—”
“Have you been in Rodenham village?”
Jeffray stared at her questioningly.
“Not for a week,” he said.
“Supposing it should be—Oh—horrible! My head is in a whirl.”
Jeffray flushed up as though Jilian had suddenly discovered all that was in his heart.
“I do not understand you, Jilian,” he said.
Miss Hardacre had drawn a little apart from Jeffray, and was waving her scented handkerchief under her nose.
“Supposing you are sickening for the small-pox, Richard,” she said.