"Rege!"
The two men stood facing each other with hands held in a vice-like grasp, all unconscious of what was going on around them in the street.
"Where did you come from?"
"Where have you been?"
John laughed. "In and around Marlborough all the time, except when I went to New York for my degree."
"And never let us hear a word from you all these years!"
"You forget, Rege, your father forbade me to hold any communication with
Hollywood."
Reginald's face grew grave. "Poor father. Well he's done with it all now."
"You don't mean that he is dead, Rege?"
"Yes—and little Nan."