"I'll get him to jazz with you the next time you're home early," said Christina sardonically.
"Don't be so silly. Naturally he isn't very lively being so old."
"Old! He is lively enough to carry me downstairs as though I were a pillow and wheel me for hours at a time in that glorious chariot he got for me! And he is old enough—but what is the good of talking to you, Evie?"
Presently her irritation passed and she laughed. "Tell me the news of the great world, Evie; what startling happenings have there been in Knightsbridge?"
"I can tell you something about Mr. Sault you don't know," Evie was piqued into saying. "He has been in prison." Christina turned on her side with a wince of pain.
"Say that again."
"He has been in prison." A long pause.
"I hoped he had," Christina said at last. "I believe in imprisonment as an essential part of a man's education—who told you?"
"I'm not going to say."
"Ronald Morelle—aha!" She pointed an accusing finger at the dumbfounded Evie.