'That has nothing to do with the matter. We know quite well that
in anything he writes there'll be something for a well-disposed
reviewer to make a good deal of. If Fadge will let me, I should
do the thing myself.'
Neither Reardon nor his wife spoke.
'Of course,' went on Milvain, looking at the former, 'if you had
rather I left it alone--'
'I had much rather. Please don't say anything about it.'
There was an awkward silence. Amy broke it by saying:
'Are your sisters in town, Mr Milvain?'
'Yes. We came up two days ago. I found lodgings for them not far
from Mornington Road. Poor girls! they don't quite know where
they are, yet. Of course they will keep very quiet for a time,
then I must try to get friends for them. Well, they have one
already--your cousin, Miss Yule. She has already been to see
them.'
'I'm very glad of that.'
Amy took an opportunity of studying his face. There was again a
silence as if of constraint. Reardon, glancing at his wife, said
with hesitation:
'When they care to see other visitors, I'm sure Amy would be very
glad--'
'Certainly!' his wife added.
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