"Yes, as country neighbours go. I have met him sometimes on the Bench. I was not aware you knew him."
Lady Jane did not say that she had disinterred an old and almost forgotten invitation in order to lead up to this visit.
"I knew him years ago," she said. "But, by the way, have you heard from my boy?"
"Not directly—nothing since your Ladyship's letter."
"That is careless of Anthony! But he is nursing his uncle, you know, and I daresay is finding time for a little mild amusement as well."
"Trevithick is no better?"
"No, I am sorry to say. There is no saying when he will be better, or if he will ever be really better. My son thinks he ought to stay with him, however."
"I am sure he is right," said Mr. Graydon, heartily.
"And this is—Pamela, I suppose?" said Lady Jane, turning her head with forced graciousness to Sylvia, who was bringing her her tea.
"No; Pam will be here presently. This is Sylvia, my youngest girl."