"But Sir Percy loved you, Margot," he repeated gently.
You did not expect me quite so soon, did you, my darling little Margot CHERIE?"
"Nay!" he interrupted energetically, "I will distress myself on your account, my Margot.
"Oh! how lovely your home is, Margot, darling," said little Suzanne, enthusiastically, "and how happy you must be!"
Suzanne instinctively turned back; her heart told her that here perhaps was further ill news for her friend, and she felt that poor Margot was not in a fit state to bear any more.