"Henri sends you his best love, Mamma," said Emilie.
Bertha gave a faint smile, just blinked her eyes, as though to say yes, it was very nice of Henri. But she asked no questions.
"I have just come from Ernst, Bertha," said Constance. "I took him to Nunspeet with the doctor. I went down again yesterday, to see him; and, once I had started, I thought I would come and look you up."
"It's nice of you," said Bertha, vaguely, taking Constance' hand. "Is Ernst very bad? We had a letter from Frances."
"The doctor is very hopeful."
"Yes," said Bertha, as if it went without saying, "he's sure to get over it."
And she seemed tired from talking so much and said nothing more.
Presently Marianne, when she was alone with Constance, said:
"You'll stay to lunch, of course, Auntie?"
"Yes, dear, if I may."
"Are you staying for the night?"
"At the hotel."
"I'm sorry that we haven't a spare-room. Emilie can sleep here; then I'll sleep on the sofa. . . . I must just go and see about lunch."
"Don't put yourself out for me, dear."
"No, Auntie, but I must see what there is. You
