"Do your own words never make you shiver ?" asks she austerely.
"Never," gaily; "I often wish they would in warm weather." Miss Gower uprears herself.
"Be careful, woman! be careful!" says she gloomily.

"There is a warmer climate in store for some of us than has been ever known on earth!" She turns aside abruptly, and strides from the room.
Randal Gower gives way to mirth, and so do most of the others.

Mrs.
Chichester, it is true, laughs a little, but Tita can see that the laughter is somewhat forced.
She goes quickly up to her and slips her hand into hers.
"Don't mind her," says she.

"As if a little word here and there would count, when one has a good heart, and I know you have one.

We shall all go to heaven, I think, don't you?
Don't mind what she hinted about--about that other place, you know." "Eh ?" says Mrs.Chichester, staring at her as if astonished.
"I _saw_ you didn't like it," says Tita.
"Well, I didn't," says Mrs.Chichester, pouting.
"No, of course, one wouldn't." "One wouldn't what ?" "Like to be told that one would have to go to--_you_ know." "Oh, I see," says Mrs.Chichester, with some disgust.