“We have had such a jolly time, Mr Mervyn,” said Violet, animatedly. “I’ve enjoyed it no end.”
He felt that she was looking curiously at him. Her delighted tone seemed to tail off suddenly.
“I’m very glad to hear it,” he said, throwing off his mood and striving to join in theirs.
“Over a pound. I’m certain it is,” went on Melian, who was still wrapped up in contemplation of the “take”. “Come along and let’s weigh him.”
And the two, aglow with life and spirits, headed for the kitchen and the weighing scales.
“Contrast—again?” thought Mervyn, as he followed.
So did another person, who, unseen, had witnessed the whole of the morning’s doings from their very commencement.