‘I did so want you to come!’ she exclaimed. ‘Tell me about Adela.’
‘I don’t know that there’s anything to tell,’ was Alfred’s stolid reply. ‘It’s settled, that’s all. I suppose it’s all right.’
‘But you speak as if you thought it mightn’t be, Alfred?’
‘Didn’t know that I did. Well, I haven’t seen her since I got home. She’s upstairs.’
‘Can’t I see her to-night? I do so want to.’
‘I dare say she’d be glad.’
‘But what is it, my dear boy? I’m sure you speak as if you weren’t quite satisfied.’
‘The mater says it’s all right I suppose she knows.’
‘But you’ve always been so anxious for it.’
‘Anxious? I haven’t been anxious at all. But I dare say it’s the wisest thing she could do. I like Mutimer well enough.’