People were leaving—or beginning to leave—and she ought to be there to bid them goodbye, to accept their further commiserations and condolences, and long for the moment when they should be really gone. But with Roger holding her hands fast and looking down at her from his infinitely superior heig...
she asked, in a voice that was so faint her aunt barely heard it.Mrs. Wilmott was instantly afraid that she oughtn’t to have been allowed to say even that much, and she bent over her quickly and reassuringly.“You’re in the Convent of the Sacred Sisters of the Holy Cross, and they’re looking after...