Then she bent to the mouthpiece.
“Ma-a-a.”
The noise Captain Festival made, descending the stairs, brought Katharine and Forsyth pell-mell into the hall.
Husband and wife stared at each other open-mouthed. . . .
The lawyer watched them in silence, one hand to his lips, the other behind his back.
Presently their gaze shifted and fell upon Forsyth.
“But what a man!” said Giles, laying his hands upon the lawyer’s left arm.
“What a friend!” said Katharine, laying hers upon his right.
“What a trustee!” said Forsyth, raising his eyes to heaven.
“He’s going to dine with us to-night,” said Giles.