Roslyn was relieved; she had been fairly earnest, but did not think she had any more frankness in her, at least on this particular topic. As natural as it was for a woman to lie with her husband, Zelda and Mr. Darrow were altogether different creatures, ones she did not care to ponder overmuch.

"Indeed—and indeed, it will come naturally," she offered, placing her hand warmly on Zelda's own. "I am sure you must be anxious about it, but you needn't be."