Her associations with her husband's sister were wholly
pleasant. For one thing, Alice Crofton was well off, and Enid
instinctively respected, and felt interested in, any possessor of money.
What a pity it was that Colonel Crofton had not had a fairy godmother!
His only sister had been left L3,000 a year by a godmother, and she lived
the agreeable life so many Englishwomen of her type and class live on the
Continent. While her real home was in Florence, she often travelled, and
during the War she had settled down in Paris, giving many hours of each
day to one of the British hospitals there.
The young widow's mind flew back to her one meeting with Alice Crofton.
It was during her brief engagement to Colonel Crofton, and the latter's
sister, without being over cordial, had been quite pleasant to the
startlingly pretty little woman, who had made such a fool of her brother.
But at the time of Colonel Crofton's death, his sister had been truly
kind. She had telegraphed L200 to her sister-in-law from Italy, and this
sum of ready money had been very useful during that tragic week--and even
afterwards, for the insurance people had made a certain amount of fuss
after Colonel Crofton's sad suicide, "while of unsound mind," and this
had caused a disagreeable delay.
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