“Yes, Mr Glyddyr, I am here.”
“Then why didn’t you come into the dining-room like a man, not stop hiding there. What the hell do you mean?”
“Don’t go on like that, old fellow,” said another voice. “Here, come back into the dining-room. Mr Trevithick will join us, perhaps.”
“Hold your tongue, curse you! Here, you—you can go back into your hole; and as to you, Gellow, I know what I’m about. Come along.”
The voices died away, as if the speakers had gone back into the dining-room, and the door swung to.
“Ah!” ejaculated Claude, with a piteous sigh.
“I know what I’m about,” came loudly again, followed by the banging of a door and a step in the hall.
“Mary!”
“Claude, dear, you must. He is your husband.”
“And I love Chris still with all my heart.”