company of me and put me in the guest room? Oh no! Just put me in my own old room. I've come home to be your little girl again, and try to forget things."
"Well, but it's in an awful mess. I've been painting tea trays. See!" She held up the best one proudly.
"Mother! Aren't you cunning? They're lovely tea trays, simply lovely!"
Feeling like a foolish child, Mrs. Caine carried out the trays, while Christabel shed her clothes.
"Mercy, it's hot! Don't bother about fixing things up, mother dear. Oh, mother, I want to pretend I'm just the way I used to be, that I've never been away—I want to forget everything"
"Christabel dearest, I'm so worried about you. Couldn't you tell me what's the matter? Perhaps I could help."
"No, darling, I'm not going to have you bothered, too."
"It isn't—you haven't—Curtis?"
