"How do you do, Anderson? Quite well? So you have not yet heard of your sisters' safe arrival?"
"No." Felix wondered how he knew.
"I called at your door just now, in passing, to ask. And Mrs. Crofton says that a letter is awaiting you. She hopes it may contain news of them."
"From Lettice?"
"A strange handwriting, Mrs. Crofton said—though that was hardly her business or mine." Mr. Kelly turned, and walked beside Felix. "You will be impatient to have your letter."
"I ought to have news of them by this time. They went on Thursday."
"True, that snowy day."
"Dr. Rotherbotham told me I had no business to let them start. But—I don't know how I was to help it. Cecilia always has her own way. I suppose it's all right. Ill news would be sure to travel fast. Only I did think Lettice would drop me a line."
"I should like to hear about them before long. Will you come in to supper with me to-morrow evening, after Church?"
"I don't go to Church in the evening," Felix answered bluntly.