party tonight. You can help me carry them. My wine-glasses, and that bunch of calendulas. I thought they'd go with her orange curtains."
"Oh, Christabel, you're awfully sweet, but"
"But what, Gobby?"
"Well—let me take them. Don't you bother."
"Nonsense! Why shouldn't I go?"
"Well, you're too sweet and loving to understand, but I think maybe—well, I mean, you know how Donatia feels about Elliott, and how Elliott feels about you"
"What perfect nonsense!"
"Oh, I know! You have to be told a thousand times before you believe anyone l—likes you. But Donatia knows how Elliott feels, if you don't. Well, to tell you the truth, though I haven't any business to, I've just been there and she was crying, and she sort of burst out about how she wished she was dead"
"Oh, poor girl! I must hurry to her! You're
