But there must be some response in her, some--some--" "Deviltry ?" suggested Austin.
His pretty wife laughed and dropped one knee over the other, leaning back to watch him finish his good-night cigarette.

After a moment her face grew grave, and she bent forward.
"Speaking of Rosamund a moment ago reminds me of something else she wrote--it's about Alixe.

Have you heard anything ?" "Not a word," said Austin, with a frank scowl, "and don't want to." "It's only this--that Alixe is ill.

Nobody seems to know what the matter is; nobody has seen her.

But she's at Clifton, with a couple of nurses, and Rosamund heard rumours that she is very ill indeed.