“Yes; much the same as we did.”
“I haven’t noticed them particularly.”
“They’re worth noticing,” said the banker.
He threw one fat knee over the other, and laid his head on the back of his easy-chair.
The lady’s eyes were still on her paper, but she asked:—
“Would you like me to go and see them?”
“No, no—unless you wish.”
She dropped the paper into her lap with a smile and a sigh.
“Don’t propose it. I have so much going to do”— She paused, removed her glasses, and fell to straightening the fringe of the lamp-mat. “Of course, if you think they’re in need of a friend; but from your description”—
“No,” he answered, quickly, “not at all. They’ve friends, no doubt. Everything about them has a neat, happy look. That’s what attracted my notice. They’ve got friends, you may depend.” He ceased, took up a pamphlet, and adjusted his glasses. “I think I saw a sofa going in there to-day as I came to dinner. A little expansion, I suppose.”