At last Kitty broke it reluctantly: "I've something else to tell you." Nan glanced up quickly, detecting some special significance in her tones.
"What is it ?" she asked.
Kitty made a gesture to her husband that he should leave them alone.
When he had gone: "It's about Peter," she said, then paused unhappily.
"Yes.

Go on.

Peter and I are only friends now.

We've--we've worked up quite a presentable sort of friendship since my illness, you know.
What is there to tell me ?" "You know that Celia, his wife, has been out in India for some years.
Well--" Nan's frail body stiffened suddenly.
"She's coming home ?" she said swiftly.
Kitty nodded.
"Yes.

She's been very ill with sunstroke.