"Good heavens!" He laughed harshly. "After all you said?"
"Yes."
"Rather a joke, that."
"No. There wasn't anything funny about it."
"Well. Was the old man surprised?"
"No. He told me he knew I'd come—some time."
"Wise old beggar, Daniel Drare!"
Her breath came quickly; unevenly.
"He's a devil, Ernest! That's what he is—; he's—"
He interrupted her.