She nodded.
“I have heard all that I want to,” she declared.
They walked on in silence for several minutes. Then she turned to him with a shrug of the shoulders.
“The subject,” she declared, “is dismissed. I did not ask you to walk with me to discuss such unpleasant things. I should like to know about yourself.”
He sighed.
“About myself,” he answered, “there is nothing to tell. There isn’t in the whole of London a more unsatisfactory person.”
She laughed softly.
“Such delightful humility,” she murmured, “especially amongst the young, is too touching. Nevertheless, go on. It amuses me to hear.”
The note of imperiousness in her tone was pleasantly reminiscent. It was the first reminder he had received of the great lady of Thorpe.