'Quite. Last night a certain look when he spoke of the Mitchells showed
me that Bruce is terribly jealous. He doesn't show it, but he is.'

'But--Mrs Mitchell?' suggested Edith. 'She's one of our best friends--a
dear thing. By the way, we're asking them to dine with us on Tuesday.'

'I'm delighted to hear it. I shall understand everything then. Isn't it
curious--without even seeing them--that I know all about it? I think
I've a touch of second sight.'

'But, Eglantine, aren't you going a little far? Hadn't you better wait
until you've seen them, at least. You've no idea how well the
Mitchells get on.'

'I've no doubt of it,' she replied, 'and, of course, I don't know that
he--Mr Mitchell, I mean--even realises what you are to him. But _I_ do!'

Edith was really impressed at the dash with which Madame Frabelle so
broadly handled this vague theme.

'Wait till you do see them,' she said, rather mischievously, declining
to deny her friend's suggestion altogether.

'Odd I should have guessed it, isn't it?' Madame Frabelle was evidently
pleased. 'You'll admit this, Edith, from what your husband says I gather
you see each other continually, don't you?'

'Very often.'