He came here to say good-bye to her before going to France--" "I know," interpolated Kitty.

"He's going there to paint Princess Somebody-or-other while she's staying in Paris." "Well, I came in when he'd left and found Nan sitting like a stone statue, gazing blankly in front of her.

She wouldn't say much, but bit by bit I dragged it out of her.

Since then she has never referred to the matter again.

She is quite gay at times in a sort of artificial way, but she doesn't do any work, though she spends odd moments fooling about at the piano.