'Yes, he is busy.'
'And you are sitting alone, as usual. I feared you might be out;
an afternoon of sunshine isn't to be neglected at this time of
year.'
'Is there sunshine?' Amy inquired coldly.
'Why, look! Do you mean to say you haven't noticed it? What a
comical person you are sometimes! I suppose you have been over
head and ears in books all day. How is Willie?'
'Very well, thank you.'
'Mayn't I see him?'
'If you like.'
Amy stepped to the bedroom door and bade the servant bring Willie
for exhibition. Edith, who as yet had no child of her own, always
showed the most flattering admiration of this infant; it was so
manifestly sincere that the mother could not but be moved to a
grateful friendliness whenever she listened to its expression.
Even this afternoon the usual effect followed when Edith had made
a pretty and tender fool of herself for several minutes. Amy bade
the servant make tea.
At this moment the door from the passage opened, and Reardon
looked in.
'Well, if this isn't marvellous!' cried Edith. 'I should as soon
have expected the heavens to fall!'
'As what?' asked Reardon, with a pale smile.
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