"There it is again," she broke in. "Your voice sounds harsh."
"That must be your imagination."
"Perhaps," she faltered. "Are you going to bring him home to-day?"
"Probably not until this evening. But," he broke in, "I shall come sooner myself. I shall come this morning. Will you tell that gentleman waiting near the gate to come down here?"
"What gentleman?"
"You probably have n't seen him. I put him there on guard."
"You are thoughtful. Your voice is natural again. Is Ben awake now?"
"Yes."
"And does he know?"
"Some things."