“Oh yes; I live there all alone, a gloomy bachelor. How delightful if you knocked at my door some day, when you and Mr. Widdowson are again calling on your friends.”
Monica smiled, and her eyes wandered restlessly.
“You have been away—out of England?” she next said.
“Yes; in Italy.”
“I envy you.”
“You have never been there?”
“No—not yet.”
He talked a little of the agreeables and disagreeables of life in that country. But Mrs. Widdowson had become irresponsive; he doubted at length whether she was listening to him, so, as Miss Haven stepped this way, he took an opportunity of a word aside with his cousin.
“Miss Nunn not at home?”
“No. Won’t be till dinner-time.”