The Return of a mother
The eyebrows of Lira were wrinkled, there was a suspense throughout the great dining-room. The women at the long table gave her glances of which they felt, but none of them dared to ask what was wrong. The young silver-haired loveliness moved in her chair, the sleek lower corner of her blue eyes becoming a keener point as they were focused upon Nova.
Perplexity twisted over her face, and though faintly, undoubtedly, it was there, and she Leaning forward, her voice shook, a thin strand of suspicion hardly to be sustained.
Sister Nova... You are fooling me? Because—"
The words, which she could not get out with her throat, she could not get out, she could not utter, in the sudden, smothering silence which made the room feel like a casket.
