She enjoyed it hugely.
“I guess you had a good time yesterday up at the Rochers de Naye?” she said blithely.
“Very, thank you,” said Sir Matthew, “though we were all disappointed that my ward was not with us. Have you seen anything of her?”
The American girl met his keen gaze without flinching in the least.
“She was in the garden for a little while yesterday.”
“Ah, indeed,” Sir Matthew was all on the alert. “Did you have any talk with her?”
“Well—I inquired after her headache,” said Miss Upton casually. “How is she this morning?” and with perfect sang froid she began to eat an egg American fashion, a proceeding which she well knew would make Sir Matthew shudder.
“Thank you, she is better,” he said, taking refuge in his cup of coffee.
“I’m so glad,” said Miss Upton sweetly. “We must have some more thought-reading this evening, Mr. Wylie. Perhaps Miss Ewart will be able to show me the experiment you were speaking of the other night. You are always successful with her, are you not?”
Dick Lewisham at an adjoining table bent low over his newspaper to hide his amusement.