Mrs. Strong'nth'arm was sitting bolt upright on the edge of the chair, holding her hands out to the fire.
"Well, I shouldn't be here, an hour after your arrival, just for the sake of a gossip," she answered without looking up.
"That's just what I was thinking," said Betty.
"Perhaps I'd better get on to it," answered Mrs. Strong'nth'arm. "Then it will be the sooner over. I want to be back before he comes in, if I can."
Betty took a chair beside her, facing the fire.
"Don't be afraid," she said. "I've got an inkling of it."
The other looked at her in surprise.
"How could you?" she asked. "He's never said a word, even to me."
Betty smiled.
"Then how is it you know?" she answered. "Of course I knew they were back. He wrote and told me."
"Yes," said the other. "It's wonderful how love sharpens a woman's instincts." Suddenly she leant forward and gripped the girl's hand. "Don't let him," she said. "Stop him before it's too late." She felt the girl's hand tremble in hers. "I'm not thinking of you," she said. "Do it for his sake—save him."
