He looked after us very thoughtfully, and when presently I turned, he waved his hand to me and I saw him walk a few paces and then enter the shop where Volna had made her purchases.
“I think we’ll rattle on again for a bit. He’s going to find out that yours is a singular form of aphasia, and only affects your knowledge of English. Perhaps he’ll class it as a case for the scientists; but more likely as one of suspicious ignorance.”
“Who can he be?” asked Volna.
“He gave me his name as Father Ambrose.”
“I have heard my mother speak of him.”
“He spoke of her as a very beautiful woman.”
“And she is still beautiful.”
“And he said how closely you resembled her.”
Volna laughed. “Bob mustn’t be conventional. That’s a sort of ball-room dandy’s speech. And no brother talks like it.”
“Brothers don’t always say all they think.”