“Yes,” she said, in a low voice, “Mr. Newcombe has been very—kind.”
Stephen smiled and showed all his teeth.
“I am afraid there will be nothing left for me to do,” he said.
Then, in a lower voice, he added:
“You will be glad to hear that I have news of your father.”
Una looked up breathlessly. The question had been hovering on her lips.
Stephen nodded.
“Yes, he wrote me from a place in Surrey called—tut—tut! The name has escaped me! They are quite well, and send their fondest love.”
Una’s eyes filled.
“Why did they leave the cottage so suddenly?” she said.