Poor Cecil had never been like himself since the unlucky day, for us, that the War ended!" And then to Miss Crofton's surprise and discomfiture Enid burst into tears.
The older lady got up and put her hand very kindly on the younger one's shoulder:--"I'm sorry I said anything, my dear," she exclaimed; "I'm afraid you went through a much worse time than you let me know." "I did! I did!" sobbed Enid.

"I cannot tell you how terrible it was, Alice." Then she made a determined effort over herself, ashamed of her own emotion.

Still neither hostess nor guest was sorry when there came a knock at the door, followed a moment later by the entry into the room of a stranger who was announced by the maid as "Miss Pendarth." Enid Crofton got up, and as she shook hands with the newcomer she tried to remember what it was that Godfrey Radmore had said of her old-fashioned looking visitor.

That she was a good friend but a bad enemy?
Yes, that had been it.

Then she remembered something else--the few kind words scribbled on a visiting card which had been left at The Trellis House a day or two ago.
She turned to her sister-in-law:--"I think Miss Pendarth knew poor Cecil years and years ago," she said softly.
"Are you--you must be Olivia Pendarth ?" There was a touch of emotion in Alice Crofton's level voice.
"Yes, I am Olivia Pendarth." Enid was surprised--not over pleased by the revelation that these two knew one another.
"I suppose it's a long time since you met ?" she said pleasantly.
"Miss Crofton and I have never met before," said Miss Pendarth quietly.
"But I knew your husband very well in India, when he and I were both young.