Ayre rang the bell, and ordered a new breakfast; as he did so he took up Morewood's letter and put it in his pocket.
Eugene went on talking with gay affectation about his American experiences. Only when he was through his breakfast did he approach home topics.
"Well, how's everybody?"
Ayre waited for a more definite question.
"Seen the Territons lately?"
"Not very. Haven't you?"
"No. They weren't over there, you know. Are they alive?"
"My young friend, are you trying to deceive me? You have heard from at least one of them, if you haven't seen them?"
"I haven't—not a line. We don't correspond: not comme il faut."
"Oh, you haven't written to Claudia?"