“Naturally,” said George. “He’s been East himself.”
At this Fanny’s drooping eyelids opened wide.
“Did you see him?”
“Well, naturally, since he made the trip home with us!”
“He did?” she said sharply. “He’s been with you all the time?”
“No; only on the train and the last three days before we left. Uncle George got him to come.”
Fanny’s eyelids drooped again, and she sat silent until George pushed back his chair and lit a cigarette, declaring his satisfaction with what she had provided. “You’re a fine housekeeper,” he said benevolently. “You know how to make things look dainty as well as taste the right way. I don’t believe you’d stay single very long if some of the bachelors and widowers around town could just once see—”
She did not hear him. “It’s a little odd,” she said.
“What’s odd?”
“Your mother’s not mentioning that Mr. Morgan had been with you.”