She was startled by the curious, dazed look in her eyes.
"Nan!" she cried sharply.

"Nan! What's the matter ?" Nan turned her head fretfully from one side to the other.
"Nothing," she answered dully.

"Nothing whatever." But Penelope saw the look of strain in her face.

Very deliberately she divested herself of her hat and coat and sat down.
"Tell me about it," she said practically.

"Is it--is it that man ?" A gleam of humour shot across Nan's face, and the painfully set expression went out of it.
"Yes," she said, smiling a little.