She shook her head with a smile, and then encountered a look from Justin; rather a searching look, as if he were trying to probe her thoughts.
"You are very capable," he said briefly, and she made no reply.
Presently she got up from her seat. "Good night," she said. "I suppose I shall see you in the morning before you go? What time do you start?"
"Nine o'clock. Good night."
He held open the door for her, and watched her graceful figure pass up the stairs, then he went back to his smoking-room.
At half-past eight the next morning, he was in the nursery holding his boy in his arms. And once again Anstice was called in to take part in a discussion.
"Ruffie wants to know whether he can have any boating this summer. Last year I was home, and we were on the water a good bit. I have told him he must ask you."
"Of course we'll go on the lake," said Anstice promptly; "I can row, and with Stephen, we'll have some lovely picnics."
Ruffie looked up at her with what she mentally dubbed his "Pucks" expression.
"Can you swim?" he asked.