“We didn’t eat it all,” he said guardedly. “I gave what we didn’t eat to some stray boys.”
“I hope Di won’t be ill.”
“He won’t,” asserted Rob. “I am sure he is made of cast iron.”
Throughout dinner Rob remained in high spirits. He kept eyeing Beth in a way that disconcerted her, and then suddenly he would smile with the expression of one who knows something funny, but intends to keep it a secret.
Presently Silvia left us and went upstairs to give Diogenes a bath before she put him to bed.
“You’ve had two days’ freedom from the last of the Polydores,” I called after her. “Doesn’t it seem delightful?”
“Lucien,” she answered slowly, “I’ve really missed the care of him. I was lonesome for him all day.”
“He isn’t such a bad little kid when he is out from Polydore environment,” I admitted, regretting that he had been restored to it.
“Now tell us all about your day with the boys,” Beth asked Rob, when we were left alone. “It really does seem too bad to keep a secret from Silvia, and yet it is a case of where ignorance is bliss––”