“Had you pleasant weather?”
“After we got clear of the Channel, excellent weather.”
“You came alone, I suppose?”
“Quite alone.”
“How do you get on without your dear friend Effingdale, or your 'familiar,' Upton?”
Norwood colored a little at a question the drift of which he felt thoroughly, but tried with a laugh to evade an answer.
“Are they in England? I thought I read their names at the Newmarket meeting?” asked she, after waiting in vain for a reply.
“Yes; they were both at Newmarket,” replied he, shortly.
“Was it a good meeting?”
“I can scarcely say so,” rejoined he, attempting a laugh. “My book turned out very unfortunately.”