Yet
she answered, composedly:--"Both the Coroner and the jury felt _sure_ he
had taken it on purpose. Poor Cecil had never been like himself since the
unlucky day, for us, that the War ended!" And then to Miss Crofton's
surprise and discomfiture Enid burst into tears.
The older lady got up and put her hand very kindly on the younger one's
shoulder:--"I'm sorry I said anything, my dear," she exclaimed; "I'm
afraid you went through a much worse time than you let me know."
"I did! I did!" sobbed Enid. "I cannot tell you how terrible it was,
Alice."
Then she made a determined effort over herself, ashamed of her own
emotion. Still neither hostess nor guest was sorry when there came a
knock at the door, followed a moment later by the entry into the room of
a stranger who was announced by the maid as "Miss Pendarth."
Enid Crofton got up, and as she shook hands with the newcomer she
tried to remember what it was that Godfrey Radmore had said of her
old-fashioned looking visitor. That she was a good friend but a bad
enemy? Yes, that had been it. Then she remembered something else--the
few kind words scribbled on a visiting card which had been left at The
Trellis House a day or two ago.
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