“None at all,” she said. “I feel rather stunned, just at the moment. It
has been such a shock. I shall wait for a little time, anyhow, and see
how things turn out. I shall be rather lost at first. We saw so few
people—I have rather lost touch.”
“You have all my father’s friends,” I said.
“Oh, but they are not _my_ friends. They only used to come to tea and
dinner and so on. They wouldn’t want me. I should only be an intruder.
And, of course, they are all much older than I am. We should have really
nothing in common.”
“Yes,” I said, “you are a young woman, Margaret. You will probably marry
again before very long.”
She made a great display of indignation.
“Paul! How can you say such a heartless thing, and your poor father only
just passed away! Anybody would think you don’t care for him at all. But
I suppose a father isn’t the same thing as a husband.”