“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to carry on as if nothing had happened. At any rate for the present.”
Myra nodded slowly. “You’re not the only one who has had to carry on as if nothing had happened.”
“What do you mean?” Olivia asked quickly.
“Nothing but what I said,” replied Myra. “It takes some doing. But you’ve got to believe in God and believe in yourself.”
“Where did you get your wisdom from, Myra?” asked Olivia wonderingly.
“From life, my dear,” replied Myra with unwonted softness. And picking up the last tray of removed dinner things, she left the room.
The next afternoon, she said to Myra, “Major Olifant has telephoned me that Mr. Triona is arriving at Paddington by a six-fifteen train. I should like you to come with me.”
“Very well,” said Myra.
It was characteristic of their relations that they spoke not a word of Triona during their drive to the station or during their wait on the platform. When the train came in, and they had assured themselves that he had not arrived—for they had taken the precaution to separate and each to scan a half-section—they re-entered their waiting taxi-cab and drove home.