“Is it?” answered May, dreamily.
“Yes, and I am sure Mr. Webster must require some refreshment after his journey,” said Sister Margaret, in a very pointed manner.
May now understood.
“Oh! yes,” she said, rising. “Will you come and have lunch with us now, Mr. Webster?”
“I shall be very pleased, if you will allow me to do so,” he answered.
“Then, in that case, I will just hurry home and see that it is ready,” said Sister Margaret, with alacrity. She was a handy woman, and instantly made up her mind to add considerably to the usual chops at their midday meal, on her way through the town, in honor of their guest. But she did not wish him to know this.
“I will leave you in charge of Mr. Webster,” she went on, and in a moment later hurried away so quickly that Webster looked after her with a smile.
“I hope Sister Margaret is not going to give herself any trouble on my account,” he said.
May smiled; almost the first smile he had seen on her face since she had left Pembridge Terrace.
“I think she must wish to improve our usual lunch on your account,” she answered. “She is such a good, kind woman,” she continued, “and she has gone through so much trouble, Mr. Webster.”