"Well, I've done my duty. That cat can sing for his supper." Tansy sat on the arm of the chair and put her hand on Norman's shoulder. "How are things going at college?"
He smiled up at her. He had been afraid of that question.
"Not so good," he replied lightly.
"The chairmanship?"
He nodded. "Sawtelle got it."
Tansy cursed fluently. It did him good to hear her.
"Make you want to take up conjuring again?" Hold on! He shouldn't have said that.
She looked at him closely.
"How do you mean that?" she asked.