“Oh, there you are! Good-evening. May we come in? Mamma would have come and let me go to church, only she’s got such a bad headache that she’s been obliged to go to bed.”
The Duke made no immediate reply. Angela came in, followed by the boy. The boy put down on the table a round parcel which he was carrying.
“Jelly,” thought the Duke.
Angela laid down a volume.
“Lessons,” the Duke surmised.
“Oh, but you haven’t had your tea yet!” said Angela. “I’m afraid we are interrupting you?”
“It’s laid for two,” remarked the boy.
“Himself and his poor brother, Tommy!”
“I do be proud——” began the Duke.
But suddenly the door from the kitchen opened and Monsieur Alphonse appeared. He carried a large plate loaded with shrimps.