CHAPTER VIIIt was a week before Montague saw Lucy again. She came in to lunch with Alice one day, when he happened to be home early.
“I went to dinner at Mrs. FrankLandis’s last night,” she said. “And who do you think was there—your friend, Mrs. Winnie Duval.”
“Indeed,” said Montague.
“I had quite a long talk with her,” said she. “I liked her very much.”
“She is easy to like,” he replied. “What did you talk about?”
“Oh, everything in the world but one thing,” said Lucy, mischievously.
“What do you mean?” asked Montague.
“You, you goose,” she answered. “Mrs. Winnie knew that I was your friend, and I had a feeling that every word she was saying was a message to you.”
“Well, and what did she have to say to me?” he asked, smiling.
“She wants you to understand that she is cheerful, and
