Was she really now marching away from it?




CHAPTER XI


As soon as I saw Mrs. Meldrum I of course broke out. "Is there anything
in it? _Is_ her general health--?"

Mrs. Meldrum checked me with her great amused blare. "You've already
seen her and she has told you her wondrous tale? What's 'in it' is what
has been in everything she has ever done--the most comical, tragical
belief in herself. She thinks she's doing a 'cure.'"

"And what does her husband think?"

"Her husband? What husband?"

"Hasn't she then married Lord Iffield?"

"Vous-en-etes la?" cried my hostess. "Why he behaved like a regular
beast."

"How should I know? You never wrote me." Mrs. Meldrum hesitated,
covering me with what poor Flora called the particular organ. "No, I
didn't write you--I abstained on purpose. If I kept quiet I thought you
mightn't hear over there what had happened. If you should hear I was
afraid you would stir up Mr. Dawling."