Give me credit for one wholly
genuine affection, and you will not be too credulous; and perhaps in
future you and I may better be able to endure one another when Fate
lands us at the same tea-table."
Boots said respectfully: "I am sorry for what I said, Mrs. Pane. I hope
that your friend Mrs. Ruthven will soon recover."
Rosamund looked at Nina, the tears still rimming her lids. "I miss her
frightfully," she said. "If somebody would only tell me where she
is--I--I know it could do no harm for me to see her. I _can_ be as
gentle and loyal as anybody--when I really care for a person. . . . Do
_you_ know where she might be, Nina?"
"I? No, I do not. I'd tell you if I did, Rosamund."
"_Don't_ you know?"
"Why, no," said Nina, surprised at her persistence.
"Because," continued Rosamund, "your brother does."
Nina straightened up, flushed and astonished.
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Because he does know. He sent her to Clifton. The maid who accompanied
her is in my service now.
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