"Well, because I see something has been putting old times into your head; and I thought it might be that."
"Something been putting old times into my head? I should like to know when they're out of my head! Much you know about it!"
Mr. Weatherhead apparently did know something about it; for after another long silence, during which he puffed at his pipe and stared into the fire, Mrs. Dobbs justified his penetration by saying—
"The truth is, I have been turning things over in my mind a good deal since yesterday."
Mr. Weatherhead was too wary to expose himself to another snub, so he merely nodded two or three times in an oracular manner.
"I'm worried out of my mind about that child. She went off yesterday as bright and happy as possible, and looking so pretty and genteel—fit for any company in the land."
"Ah! She went off, you say, to——?"
"To the Hadlows'. She is to stay there over Sunday."
"Oh! But I don't quite see——"
"Go on! What is it that you don't quite see?"