I made a cup of tea, Bruce had a
whisky and soda, we had a nice talk, and I sent him back quite cheerful.
Still, it just shows, doesn't it, how terribly he takes it all?'
'Rather hard on you, Eglantine; quite improper too,' laughed Edith as
she rang the bell.
Madame Frabelle ignored this remark.
'If I could only feel at all that I've done a little good during my stay
here, I shall be quite satisfied.'
'Oh! but you mustn't dream yet of--' began Edith.
There was a ring at the bell.
'Why, here is Bruce, just in time for tea.'
Edith went to meet him in the hall. Although he came in with his key, he
invariably rang the bell, so that the maid could take his coat
and stick.
'Hallo, Edith,' he said, in a rather sober tone. 'How are you? And where
is Madame Frabelle?'
CHAPTER XXVI
Bruce came in with a rather weary air, and sat down by the fire. Madame
Frabelle was presiding at the tea-table.
'How are you feeling, Bruce?' Edith asked.
'Oh, pretty rotten. I had a very bad night. How are you, Madame
Frabelle?'
'Oh, very well. Tea?'
'Poor Bruce!' said Edith kindly. 'Oh, and poor Madame Frabelle,' she
added, with a smile.
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