“Why, she is not in the house.”
Ina Klosking started at that information, and bent her eyes keenly and inquiringly on him.
“She left two days ago.”
“Indeed!”
“To nurse a sick aunt.”
“Indeed! Had she no other reason?”
“Not that I know of,” said Vizard; but he could not help coloring a little.
The little choir now sung a service, King in F. They sung “The Magnificat” rudely, and rather profanely, but recovered themselves in the “Dimittis.”
When it was over, Ina whispered, “'To be a light to lighten the Gentiles.' That is an inspired duet. Oh, how it might be sung!”
“Of course it might,” whispered Vizard; “so you have something to get well for.”