She turned to her sister-in-law:--"I think Miss Pendarth knew poor Cecil
years and years ago," she said softly.
"Are you--you must be Olivia Pendarth?" There was a touch of emotion in
Alice Crofton's level voice.
"Yes, I am Olivia Pendarth."
Enid was surprised--not over pleased by the revelation that these two
knew one another.
"I suppose it's a long time since you met?" she said pleasantly.
"Miss Crofton and I have never met before," said Miss Pendarth quietly.
"But I knew your husband very well in India, when he and I were both
young. My brother was in his regiment."
"The dear old regiment!" exclaimed Miss Crofton.
Enid Crofton smiled a little to herself. It amused her to see that these
two old things--for so she described them to herself--had so quickly
become friends. "The Regiment!" How sick she had got of those two words
during her second married life! She was sorry that Alice, whom she liked,
should be so queerly like Cecil. Even their voices were alike, and she
had uttered the two words with that peculiar intonation her husband
always used when speaking of any of his old comrades-in-arms.
All the same Miss Pendarth's sudden appearance had been a godsend.
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