Gemma’s tears ran down her cheeks, trickling off her nose.
“I know, I know ALL that,” she sobbed. “But, oh Ann, it’s so . . . so humiliating. Besides, I’ve got SOME feelings of my own.”
“Yes, and I know what they are, too, and why you’re not putting your heart into this affair. It’s because you can’t or won’t forget all that moonshine about young Spencer.’’
“It’s NOT moonshine. He said . . . Howard said . . . .”
“I don’t want to hear. Nothing will alter MY opinion of him. Now, darling, just you listen to me.”— And patiently Ann set herself to begin again from the beginning.
She had the satisfaction next morning of seeing the pair go off together, Gemma having been cajoled into showing the visitor round. Never had Gem looked prettier: in a rose-besprinkled print, rose on white, a sort
