At first I used to go rather frequently, but--it's a long way.' To this subject Rhoda returned after dinner, when they were cosily settled in the drawing-room.
'Mrs.Widdowson comes here now and then, and we are always very glad to see her.

But I can't help thinking she looks rather unhappy.' 'I'm afraid she does,' assented the other gravely.
'You and I were both at her wedding.

It wasn't very cheerful, was it?
I had a disagreeable sense of bad omens all the time.

Do you think she is sorry ?' 'I'm really afraid she is.' Rhoda observed the look that accompanied this admission.
'Foolish girl! Why couldn't she stay with us, and keep her liberty?
She doesn't seem to have made any new friends.

Has she spoken to you of any ?' 'Only of people she has met here.' Rhoda yielded--or seemed to yield--to an impulse of frankness.