This was received in silence.
“That’s what you’ll do then, is it?” said Fred Henry, in some exasperation.
But she made no answer. There was a silence of futility and irritation in the room. Malcolm grinned fatuously.
“You’ll have to make up your mind between now and next Wednesday,” said Joe loudly, “or else find yourself lodgings on the kerbstone.”
The face of the young woman darkened, but she sat on immutable.
“Here’s Jack Fergusson!” exclaimed Malcolm, who was looking aimlessly out of the window.
“Where?” exclaimed Joe, loudly.
“Just gone past.”
“Coming in?”
Malcolm craned his neck to see the gate.