“It is curious that we should have met. Of course, I knew that Oakwood and Firleigh were near each other, but—it seemed unlikely that you should be here. Poor Hugh!”
“He would like to know he was remembered.”
“He asked me to think of him sometimes. If that were all—it would be easier to satisfy the dead than the living, for who can help remembering?”
“Not I,” said Wareham, with a sigh.
“His grave?”
“You must see it.”
“And his father—?”
“Sir Michael is too ill to receive visitors.” Wareham spoke hastily.
“Ah, poor old man! But I must drive over and see his sister.” A touch of hesitation reaching her, she said sharply, “No?”
“Remember that they were irritated, rather, I should say, Sir Michael was irritated, by your dismissal of Hugh. Something of displeasure you must expect.”