THE CONFIDANTE
conceded with polite reluctance. "But I think you really ought to see Veronica. She has—she will have something of particular importance to say to you. I shall go, of course."
"Oh, don't!"
"But surely———?"
"There's nothing we can keep from you. And it makes it easier for both of us—as things are."
"But do you never want to be alone with her?"
Maurice considered.
"I don't believe," said Penelope, swiftly, "that you two have ever been alone together for a second since your—acquaintanceship—began."
"No," said Maurice, sombrely. "There have always been outsiders."
"Audiences," murmured Penelope.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, nothing. Well, you'll be alone this afternoon. I'm going out," she said with firmness.
"But don't you understand?"
"Oh, I understand the strain will be
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