“Ah, Noll, that you should have to ask me that!”
Noll passed Julia at the stair-head and left them together.
As he stepped across the hall he hesitated, turned, and went into the old lady’s room. She was sitting in the window, looking out; and she turned at his footfall.
Noll bent down and kissed the old face; and he saw that the harsh light had gone out of her eyes:
“Won’t you be a little lonely here to-night?” Noll asked her.
“No,” she said—“she has taken seats for all three of us.”
CHAPTER LXXXVIII
Wherein it is suspected that, on Occasion, the Trumpet of Fame is not Wholly Immaculate of the Hiccup