Bruce gave Madame Frabelle a slightly reproachful look as he took a cup
of tea from her.
'I've been telling Edith,' said that lady in a quiet, dignified way.
'What about?'
'About last night,' said Madame Frabelle, passing Bruce the buttered
toast without looking at him, as if avoiding his glance.
'I'm really very much ashamed of it,' said Bruce. 'You can't think how
kind she was to me, Edith.'
'I'm sure she was,' said Edith.
'Oh, you won't have a bad night like that again,' said Madame Frabelle
cheerily.
'I'm sure I hope not.' He gave a dark, despairing look, and sighed.
'Upon my word, if it hadn't been for her I don't know what I would have
done.' He shook his head and stroked his back hair.
Suddenly Edith felt intensely bored. Madame Frabelle and Bruce were
looking at each other with such intense sympathy, and she knew they
would repeat in different words what they had said already. They were so
certain to go over the same ground again and again!... Edith felt she
was not wanted. But that didn't annoy her. She was merely thinking of an
excuse to get away from them.
'By the way, how's Aylmer, Edith?' asked Bruce.
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