“I’m glad we have met,” she said. “I have heard a good deal about you.”
Cyril bowed with a mischievous smile.
“Nothing very much to my credit, I’m afraid. As an old friend of Jack’s, it’s my privilege to wish you every happiness and assure you that you have got a much better man than the one you at first took him for.”
Muriel colored.
“Jack stands on his own merits.”
Then she turned to Prescott.
“Does he know? Have you told him?”
“Not yet. I’ve news for you, Cyril. Your father and sister are here.”
“What brought them?” There was astonishment in Cyril’s face, but he looked more disturbed than pleased.
“They thought you dead,” Muriel told him.