Jocelyn’s heart went cold and heavy with foreboding.
There was a little silence.
‘Yes, Mother. And?’ he said, after a minute.
‘And he is rich. Very.’
‘Yes, Mother. And?’ said Jocelyn, as she paused.
‘When I got your first letter I was, of course, very much upset,’ said Mrs. Luke, looking straight in front of her.
‘Yes, Mother. And?’ said Jocelyn, for she paused again.
‘Everything seemed to go to pieces—all I had believed in and hoped for.’
There was a longer pause.
‘Yes, Mother. And?’ said Jocelyn at last, keeping his voice as level as possible.