“I'm not worrying,” he said confusedly. “Lydia has told you the—the news?”
“Yes.”
“Rather staggering, isn't it?” he said with a wry smile. In spite of himself he watched her face with curious intentness.
“Rather,” she said briefly.
He was silent for a moment.
“I was instructed to inform you that he was married last Wednesday,” he said, and his face hardened. “And to have the car meet them at the dock.”
“It won't be necessary, Frederic. I have given Jones his instructions. You will not even have to carry out the orders.”
“I suppose you don't approve of the way.”
“I know just how you feel, poor boy. Don't try to explain. I know.”
“You always understand,” he said, lowering his eyes.