Darcy caught sight of Amy before she saw him, for he approached from behind a line of other prisoners exercising in the space before their cells. She was with Kenneth.
"Amy!" exclaimed Darcy, as he was allowed to step out into the anteroom, closely followed by a keeper, while a detective from the prosecutor's office stood near. "Amy!" and his eyes flowed.
"Jimmie boy!"
To the eternal credit of the keeper and the detective be it said that, at this moment, they found something of great interest in the calendar that hung on the opposite wall, while Kenneth talked earnestly with the warden. And the prisoners beyond the barred door were too busy with their exercise to look around.
"Jimmie boy!"
"Amy! You—you don't—"
"Of course I don't! Didn't I tell you so in my letter?"
"Yes, but—"
"Now, that isn't the way to talk, especially when I have come to bring you good news."
"Good news? You mean your father—"