“Yes,” said Jack, then he looked up. “I suppose I shan’t be able to show up, because of Moss, Len?”
“Oh, he won’t know you are here! And we’ll cut it. We’ll go down to the country somewhere, Jack, before anyone sees you. You haven’t met anyone, have you?”
“Met them, no. But I have seen Stephen.”
“Stephen Davenant?”
“Yes, I saw him, but I don’t think he saw me. He is looking well.”
Leonard nodded.
“He did not see you—but it wouldn’t have mattered.”
“No,” said Jack, with a sigh. “Len, this is the first ‘square meal,’ as they say over the sea, that I’ve enjoyed since I left. I’m very tired.”
“I can see that,” said Leonard. “Go off to bed, old man. We’ll have no more questions tonight.”
Jack rose and took his candle.