"None, that I can see."
"Then ... oh!" She gave way at that, seeming to crumple where she stood. James helped her to a sofa and silently went into the dining room and mixed some whisky and water. Aunt Selina stared when he offered it to her, and then took it without a word. How like Aunt Selina again! A fool would have raised objections. James almost smiled.
"How do you happen to be here, Aunt Selina?" he asked after a few moments, less in the desire of knowing than in the hope of diverting her. "You didn't come from Bar Harbor to-day?"
"From Boston."
"Boston?"
"I took the boat to Boston last night. I learned of the accident there. I supposed she was safe—the papers said nothing."
"Yes, I know. But—but how did you happen to leave Bar Harbor at all?"
"I was going to meet her here."
"Her?"
"Beatrice."