“Do you think he means to marry again?” suggested Mr. Mervyn, who had noticed some change in Hugh.
“Marry again!”
Mrs. Mervyn’s indignation made her husband smile.
“Well, we shall see,” he said. “My belief is, he will.”
Arrived home, by far more cheerful than when he started, Hugh went at once to his library for letters. There were a few, manifestly business communications. He looked at these somewhat blankly, then rang the bell.
“Are these all the letters?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Who called?”
“No one, sir.”
“You are sure?”