Edwin had to make the motion of swallowing.
"Well," said Hilda obstinately. "Come along now--for the evening, anyhow. We shall be by ourselves."
"Yes, you must," said Edwin, curtly.
"I--I don't like walking down the street," Janet faltered, blushing.
"You needn't. You can get over the wall," said Edwin.
"Of course you can," Hilda concurred. "Just as you are now. I'll tell Selina."
She left the room with decision, and the next instant returned with a telegram in her hand.
"Open it, please. I can't," said Janet.
Hilda read:
"Mother and boy both doing splendidly. Harry."