It was the nearest he could come to a question concerning the future of Amy and her husband.
‘Everything is still quite uncertain. But tell me something about our old acquaintances. How does Mr Biffen get on?’
‘I scarcely ever see him, but I think he pegs away at an interminable novel, which no one will publish when it’s done. Whelpdale I meet occasionally.’
He talked of the latter’s projects and achievements in a lively strain.
‘Your own prospects continue to brighten, no doubt,’ said Amy.
‘I really think they do. Things go fairly well. And I have lately received a promise of very valuable help.’
‘From whom?’
‘A relative of yours.’
Amy turned to interrogate him with a look.
‘A relative? You mean—?’