"I am it.

Ughtred is it." "Then let us talk about England," was Bettina's light skim over the thin ice.
A red spot grew on each of Lady Anstruthers' cheek bones and made her faded eyes look intense.
"Let us talk about America," her little birdclaw of a hand clinging feverishly.

"Is New York still--still----" "It is still there," Betty answered with one of the adorable smiles which showed a deep dimple near her lip.

"But it is much nearer England than it used to be." "Nearer!" The hand tightened as Rosy caught her breath.
Betty bent rather suddenly and kissed her.

It was the easiest way of hiding the look she knew had risen to her eyes.