"Dad," she asked, passing her hand through his arm, "have you had any good news?"
He shook his head.
"Why?"
"Because you look so much better. I think that motoring must agree with you."
He patted her hand.
"I rather enjoyed the drive," he admitted. "As a matter of fact, perhaps I am better," he went on.
"You haven't any good news about the shares, I suppose?" she asked hesitatingly.
For a moment he was grave.
"I have no news at all," he confessed, "or rather what news I have is not good. I put an enquiry through an independent firm of stockbrokers with whom I have had some transactions; and their reply coincided with the information already afforded to me."
Letitia glanced across the park, and her face darkened.