“You are making quite a stay in the East,” he said. “Do you mean to settle here?”
The quick blood rose in David’s face.
“I haven’t made up my mind,” he said. “I’m—er—just looking around a bit.”
Jarvis was silent, casting about in his mind for a suitable opening for what he wished to say.
David spared him the trouble. With his usual sensitiveness to the moods of his companions—a sensitiveness which at times amounted almost to divination—he looked sidewise at Jarvis, a smile wrinkling the corners of his eyes.
“I’ve been to see Miss Preston,” he said confidentially, “at the farm.”
“Yes?” Jarvis observed non-committally.
“You know Miss Preston, I believe?” said David.
Jarvis hesitated.