“Naturally.”
“And that’s absurd, Percy—Mr Guest.”
“No; no; don’t take it back again like that,” he pleaded.
“Mr Guest,” she said emphatically. “Now look here: he must come to his chambers sometimes, because he would want his letters.”
“Possibly,” said the visitor coldly, for that formal “Mr Guest” annoyed him.
“And he communicates with the people at the institution.”
“Yes, but he has given them no fresh address.”
“Then naturally they write to his chambers, and Mal—this man gets his letters from time to time. There’s nothing shocking the matter. He is avoiding you, and wants to break off the intimacy.”
“Then he is not going to,” said Guest with spirit. “I’m afraid he has done something wrong some time.”
“Indeed?” said Edie, with her eyes twinkling.