“Yes, Jack,” said Mrs. Davenant, nervously.
“Then why do you keep me in the draughty hall for half an hour? Do you want me to catch cold?”
“Half an hour?” murmured Mrs. Davenant. “I’m sure you haven’t been there three minutes.”
“Two minutes and a half too long,” he said, smiling. He was giving Una time to recover herself.
“You never come to see me now, Jack,” said Mrs. Davenant, looking up at him sadly.
“And now I do, you keep me outside. Besides, you never ask me. Who’s that in the back room, ma’am?”
Mrs. Davenant started; she had almost forgotten Una.
“You know her!” she said.
Jack had got his cue.
“Oh, it’s Miss Rolfe,” he said, and then he crossed the room and held out his hand.