Chapter Eleven.
Catechisms.
Breakfast was going on, and merrily, to judge from the rush of voices which met Wareham when he opened the door. His friends were there together, and a place was kept for him next the Ravenhills; opposite were Mrs Martyn, Anne, and Hugh. As he took his seat, Mrs Martyn spoke across the table.
“Pretty proceedings, Mr Wareham!”
“They did not cause you disturbance?” he asked, with a simulated anxiety which sent round a smile.
“Nothing serious. I believed either of you equal to the task of looking after the other. Which took the lead?”
Anne’s clear voice struck in—
“We shared. I claim the suggestion of dinner at Gudvangen. Mr Wareham was too much overwhelmed by the misadventure to preserve his presence of mind.”