"I suppose you are too busy to go and say good-bye to Mr. Northmore, Reg? He's waiting to see you, for he sails to-morrow."
"Come Amy, let's go to him together," said Reg rising and, tucking Amy's arm under his own, he entered the house and greeted a young man waiting there:
"Hullo, Jack, how are you?"
"I'm jolly, old chap. And Miss Amy, I trust you are well."
"No, I'm not, Mr. Northmore, he's been worrying me again. Never get engaged: it's too wearing. If it were not for the fact that one can wreak revenge when one is married I don't think any girl could stand it."
"Well, Reg does not seem to dread the coming vengeance."
"How do you do, Mr. Northmore. I am so sorry you are going to leave us so soon," said Mrs. Whyte, entering at this moment.
"Business, Mrs. Whyte, business. I am not so fortunate as our friend here. I came only on a visit, which I have enjoyed very much. I am due at Cape Town in a fortnight."
"Amy, do you think you can find our friend Northmore some refreshment," said Whyte, as he joined them.
"I'll try, dad. Come on, Reg, I shall want your help," and they both skipped out of the room.