than I had been; but she was too wise to burst out with objections as I might have done.
"Why do you suppose she killed herself?" she said thoughtfully.
"Oh, don't you know?" said Fay. "She was in love with somebody else. Darius talks about her so nicely. He offered to let her divorce him, but she wouldn't because of her religion. A Catholic, you know. I suppose she could see no way but to end it all. Darius honours her for it."
"Oh, don't talk about it!" cried Mrs. Brunton. "Don't let
important! Fay couldn't wait a minute! What I have been through since last night you wouldn't believe! I didn't sleep a wink! And then to be hauled out of my bed at eight o'clock! Eight o'clock! And dragged here half-dressed. Is there a mirror anywhere? I know I'm a sight...!"
And so on; and so on.