Lily suddenly looked up.  Stephanie was quietly examining some recently laundered clothing for the children.

“To whom is Louis talking; do you happen to know?” asked Lily abruptly.

Stephanie’s serious gaze encountered hers.

“Does that concern us, Lily?”

After a while, as Mrs. Collis sat in silence working her ivory needles, a tear or two fell silently upon the little white wool garment on her lap.

And presently Stephanie went over and touched her forehead with gentle lips; but Lily did not look up—­could not—­and her fingers and ivory needles flew the faster.

“Do you know,” said Stephanie in a low voice, “that she is a modest, well-bred, and very beautiful girl?”

“What!” exclaimed Lily, staring at her in grief and amazement.  “Of whom are you speaking, Stephanie?”

“Of Valerie West, dear.”

“W-what do you know about her?”

“I have met her.”

“You!”

“Yes.  She came, with that rather common countess, as substitute delegate for Mrs. Hind-Willet, to a New Idea meeting.  I spoke to her, seeing she was alone and seemed to know nobody; I had no suspicion of who she was until she told me.”

“Mrs. Hind-Willet is a busybody!” said Lily, furious.  “Let her fill her own drawing-room with freaks if it pleases her, but she has no right to send them abroad among self-respecting people who are too unsuspicious to protect themselves!”

Stephanie said:  “Until one has seen and spoken with Valerie West one can scarcely understand how a man like your brother could care so much for her—­”

“How do you know Louis cares for her?”

“He told me.”

Lily looked into the frank, gray eyes in horror unutterable.  The crash had come.  The last feeble hope that her brother might come to his senses and marry this girl was ended forever.

“How—­could he!” she stammered, outraged.  “How could he tell—­tell you—­”

“Because he and I are old and close friends, Lily....  And will remain so, God willing.”

Lily was crying freely now.

“He had no business to tell you.  He knows perfectly well what his father and mother think about it and what I think.  He can’t marry her!  He shall not.  It is too cruel—­too wicked—­too heartless!  And anyway—­she promised me not to marry him—­”

“What!”

Lily brushed the tears from her eyes, heedless now of how much Stephanie might learn.

“I wrote her—­I went to see her in behalf of my own family as I had a perfect right to.  She promised me not to marry Louis.”

“Does Louis know this?”

“Not unless she’s told him....  I don’t care whether he does or not!  He has disappointed me—­he has embittered life for me—­and for his parents.  We—­I—­I had every reason to believe that he and—­you—­”

Something in Stephanie’s gray eyes checked her.  When breeding goes to pieces it makes a worse mess of it than does sheer vulgarity.