At the same time they were drawn very close to each
other, by Sophia's generous indignation and by Constance's
absolute loyalty.
A long time passed before Constance said, thinking about something
else:
"I expect it's been delayed in the post."
"Cyril's letter? Oh, no doubt! If you knew the posts in France, my
word!"
Then they determined, with little sighs, to face the crisis
cheerfully.
In truth it was a crisis, and a great one. The sensation of the
crisis affected the atmosphere of the entire house. Constance got
up for tea and managed to walk to the drawing-room. And when
Sophia, after an absence in her own room, came down to tea and
found the tea all served, Constance whispered:
"She's given notice! And Sunday too!"
"What did she say?"
"She didn't say much," Constance replied vaguely, hiding from
Sophia that Amy had harped on the too great profusion of
mistresses in that house. "After all, it's just as well. She'll be
all right. She's saved a good bit of money, and she has friends."
"But how foolish of her to give up such a good place!"
"She simply doesn't care," said Constance, who was a little hurt
by Amy's defection. "When she takes a thing into her head she
simply doesn't care.
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