“Been fishing.”
“Of course. Breezes and the spring tides.… And Miss Waters?”
Chatteris shot a suspicious glance at him. He affected the offhand style. “She’s quite well,” he said. “Looks just as charming as ever.”
“She really means that canvassing?”
“She’s spoken of it again.”
“She’ll do a lot for you,” said Melville, and left a fine wide pause.
Chatteris assumed the tone of a man who gossips.
“Who is this Miss Waters?” he asked.
“A very charming person,” said Melville and said no more.
Chatteris waited and his pretence of airy gossip vanished. He became very much in earnest.