Marian shook her head. They looked at the travelling-bag, then went into the parlour and waited in silence for more than a quarter of an hour. Yule’s foot was heard on the stairs; he came down slowly, paused in the passage, entered the parlour with his usual grave, cold countenance.
CHAPTER XXII. THE LEGATEES
Each day Jasper came to inquire of his sisters if they had news from Wattleborough or from Marian Yule. He exhibited no impatience, spoke of the matter in a disinterested tone; still, he came daily.
One afternoon he found Dora working alone. Maud, he was told, had gone to lunch at Mrs Lane’s.
‘So soon again? She’s getting very thick with those people. And why don’t they ask you?’
‘Maud has told them that I don’t care to go out.’
‘It’s all very well, but she mustn’t neglect her work. Did she write anything last night or this morning?’
Dora bit the end of her pen and shook her head.
‘Why not?’