"Prudence, shall we have tea or coffee?" This was Lark from the doorway. "Fairy wants to know."
"What?—Oh!—Which do you want, Jerry?"
"Which does your father prefer?"
"He doesn't drink either except for breakfast."
"I generally drink coffee, but I do not care much for it, so do not bother——"
"Coffee, Lark."
"When's that Morley chap coming back?"
"I do not know." And then, "He is never coming back as far as I am concerned."
Jerrold relented promptly. "You are why he went away, I suppose."
"At any rate, he is gone."