“I’m glad to hear it.”
“And, by Jove, old chap! those articles of yours, in the Pepper and Salt Magazine, have taken the whole baking—are regular scorchers; lots of people are talking of them, and asking if they are by the same Laurence Wynne, of the Inner Temple—fellow with a beard? Who would have thought of your breaking out in that line, eh? as ready with your pen as your tongue.”
“Readier.”
“And look here, Larry, there is that case of Cox v. Fox coming on, and you can have a finger in the pie if you like.”
Larry did not clutch at this lucrative opening; he puffed away moodily at a cigarette, and stared out of the window in rather an abstracted fashion.
His keen-eyed friend noted this, and said, in a totally different key—
“And what about Mrs. Wynne?”
His companion looked at him quickly, coloured faintly, threw his cigarette out of the window, and said nothing.
“She has not told the old gentleman yet?”
“No, not yet.”