"You look quite serious," she said.
"I've been thinking about Miss Ismay and Gregory," said Wyllard. "In fact, I feel a little anxious about them."
"In which way?"
"Without making any reflections upon Gregory, I somehow feel sorry for the girl."
Mrs. Hastings nodded. "As a matter of fact, that's very much what I felt from the first," she said. "Still, you see, there's the important fact that she's fond of him, and it should smooth out a good many difficulties. Anyway, what we can call the material ones won't count. She's evidently rather a courageous person."
The man sat silent a moment or two. "I wasn't troubling about them," he said. "I was wondering if she really could be fond of him. It's some years since she was much in his company."
"Hawtrey is not a man to change."
"That," said Wyllard, "is just the trouble. I've no doubt he's much the same, but one could fancy that Miss Ismay has changed a good deal since she last saw him. She'll look for considerably more than she was probably content with then."
"In any case, it isn't your affair."
"In one sense it certainly isn't; but I can't help feeling a little troubled about the thing. You see, Gregory is quite an old friend."