“Has it really?” said Fin, demurely.
“Yes,” said Pratt a little bitterly; “and as I have decided upon returning to town in a day or two, I thought I’d take this opportunity of saying good-bye.”
“I think its the very best thing you can do, Mr Pratt,” said Fin, sharply.
“What, say good-bye?”
“No, go back to town. You will be industrious there. See what’s come to your poor friend by mooning about in the country.”
She nodded her saucy head in the direction of Trevor, who was bending over Tiny—she looking shyly conscious and happy—while Lady Rea beamed upon them both; and Sir Hampton thought so deeply with his eyes closed, that he emitted something much like a stertorous snore.
“Yes, dear old Dick’s very happy,” said Pratt, gravely. “Rich, loved, and with the fixture all sunshine. She’s a sweet girl.”
“Yes, a rose—with a thorn of a sister, ready to pester her husband,” said Fin. “Yes, Mr Pratt, you had better go. It is not good for young men to be idle.”
“So I have been thinking,” said Pratt—“especially poor fellows like myself.”
“How is our little friend?” said Fin, maliciously.