“What will you do now?” she said anxiously at last.
“Go on chafing my poor old darling’s ankles,” he said quietly.
“No, no; you know what I mean—those two men.”
“Did anyone see them come, dear?”
“Not that I am aware of,” she replied.
“Humph!”
“Well, you do not speak.”
“Why should I? It is not your business—not entirely mine. We must see what they say.”
“You have sent for them?”
“Of course; directly. It is a vital question.”