"Oh, my dear," sighed the man. "I hoped you'd relieve my mind a little. But—but I'll not speak about it again till you come of your own accord and tell me.... I've been thinking about something else, though—"
"Air it about Andy?" interrupted Tessibel.
Young looked up and discovered a boyish face smiling down upon him from the attic.
"Come down," he said to the dwarf.
Andy descended the ladder and trudged across the floor.
The lawyer stood up and extended his hand. "How are you, Andy?" he enquired pleasantly. "Pretty well, I hope?"
Andy shook hands gravely.
"Yep, thank ye, professor, I air that," he assented. "Hope ye're the same."
"Andy's been more'n good to me," Tess confided. "Please sit down again, Mr. Young.... Set on the floor, Andy!"
Obediently the dwarf curled up on the floor and turned eagerly to Young who had resumed his chair.