‘Thank you very much. Of course I knew I could depend on Mrs Reardon to show them kindness in that way. But let me speak frankly of something. My sisters have made quite a friend of Miss Yule, since she was down there last year. Wouldn’t that’—he turned to Amy—‘cause you a little awkwardness?’
Amy had a difficulty in replying. She kept her eyes on the ground.
‘You have had no quarrel with your cousin,’ remarked Reardon.
‘None whatever. It’s only my mother and my uncle.’
‘I can’t imagine Miss Yule having a quarrel with anyone,’ said Jasper. Then he added quickly: ‘Well, things must shape themselves naturally. We shall see. For the present they will be fully occupied. Of course it’s best that they should be. I shall see them every day, and Miss Yule will come pretty often, I dare say.’
Reardon caught Amy’s eye, but at once looked away again.
‘My word!’ exclaimed Milvain, after a moment’s meditation. ‘It’s well this didn’t happen a year ago. The girls have no income; only a little cash to go on with. We shall have our work set. It’s a precious lucky thing that I have just got a sort of footing.’
Reardon muttered an assent.
‘And what are you doing now?’ Jasper inquired suddenly.
‘Writing a one-volume story.’