“Detective work?”
“Yes; about William. You know I told you the other day how troubled and anxious he looked to me. Well, I've found out what's the matter.”
“What is it?”
“Yourself.”
“Myself! Why, Mrs. Hartwell, what can you mean?”
The elder lady smiled significantly.
“Oh, it's merely another case, my dear, of 'faint heart never won fair lady.' I've been helping on the faint heart; that's all.”
“But I don't understand.”
“No? I can't believe you quite mean that, my dear. Surely you must know how earnestly my brother William is longing for you to go back and live with him.”
Like William, Billy flushed scarlet.