His inquiries were in so
loud a voice that Amy checked him with a forbidding gesture.
'You'll wake Willie!'
'By Jove! I always forget,' he exclaimed in subdued tones. 'Does
the infant flourish?'
'Oh, yes!'
'Reardon out? I got back on Saturday evening, but couldn't come
round before this.' It was Monday. 'How close it is in here! I
suppose the roof gets so heated during the day. Glorious weather
in the country! And I've no end of things to tell you. He won't
be long, I suppose?'
'I think not.'
He left his hat and stick in the passage, came into the study,
and glanced about as if he expected to see some change since he
was last here, three weeks ago.
'So you have been enjoying yourself?' said Amy as, after
listening for a moment at the door, she took a seat.
'Oh, a little freshening of the faculties. But whose acquaintance
do you think I have made?'
'Down there?'
'Yes. Your uncle Alfred and his daughter were staying at John
Yule's, and I saw something of them. I was invited to the house.'
'Did you speak of us?'
'To Miss Yule only.
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