"Glad you've come up!" he exclaimed. "The little girl's told you the news, I suppose?"
"Rather!" Hunterleys replied. "I have been lunching with them on the strength of it."
"And look!" Felicia cried, holding out the gold bag which hung from her finger. "Look how I am being spoiled."
Her brother sighed.
"Awful nuisance for me," he grumbled, "having to live with an engaged couple. You couldn't clear out for a little time," he suggested, "both of you? I want to talk to Hunterleys."
"We'll go and sit in the garden," Felicia assented. "I suppose I ought to rest. David shall read my score to me."
They passed out and Roche closed the door behind them carefully.
"Anything fresh?" Hunterleys asked.
"Nothing particular," was the somewhat guarded reply. "That fellow Frenhofer has been up here."
"Frenhofer?" Hunterleys repeated, interrogatively.