Ilam frowned, and then cleared his face.
“Do you want to know him?” he asked.
“Why, of course!”
“Very well, I suppose you must,” Ilam agreed.
“Well, isn’t this the greatest fun?” Rosie whispered to Pauline when they drove off. “We can go where we like in the City. We can save at least five hundred a year, and perhaps we shall be his heiresses.”
“Hush!” Pauline admonished her.
And three hours later those two extremely practical twins were thoroughly installed in the Ilam bungalow. They had the air of having lived there all their lives as they chatted with Ilam in the drawing-room. Ilam himself was decidedly looking a little better.
“I have been talking to nurse,” said Pauline importantly, “and I shall sleep on the couch in Mrs. Ham’s room to-night. Nurse needs rest. She says there is nothing to do, but some one should be there.”
“I don’t want you to begin by tiring yourselves,” said Ilam, “but, of course——”
They heard a violent ring at the front-door, and presently a servant entered. Ilam started.