Both pairs of eyes were turned upon her with eager impatience.
“Really! Now, what is that, my dear?” demanded Aunt Amelia.
“You might ask him to tell you his history,” she said, without moving a muscle.
Aunt Amelia sunk back with a gesture of disgusted disappointment, and Mr. Sparrow coughed.
“I—er—have reason to believe that the manservant was asked a question or two——”
“By you, Mr. Sparrow?” said Olivia, still with the expression of an innocent child.
The little man blushed.
“Well, not exactly; but my man Walker happened to meet Mr. Faradeane’s man, and got into conversation.”
“And what did he say?” demanded Miss Amelia, eagerly.
“Well, I regret to say that he told poor Walker to mind his own business.”