CHAPTER EIGHTEENGeorgina came into the room. She had put on a loose dark coat over her jumper and skirt and twisted a scarf about her neck. It was the first that had come to hand, a mixture of soft greys and blues. She was bare-headed and she wore no gloves. As Monica Abbott went to meet her warmth and kindness came with her.
‘My dear child—we have been thinking of you so much.’
Cicely scrambled up.
‘I’ve told her,’ she said. Her feet were so numb from sitting on them that she had to catch at Georgina’s arm to steady herself.
Georgina Grey had eyes only for Miss Silver. She put an arm about Cicely in a purely instinctive way, and she felt Monica Abbott’s kindness as you feel the comfort of coming into a warm room, but all her conscious thought was focused upon the little elderly person
