“I wonder if old Danny remembers?” And presently Peter said quietly, as if the thought had just occurred to him:
“By the way, Mitchell, I forgot to ask after your old folk. I knew your father, you know.”
“Oh, they’re all right, Peter, thank you.”
“Heard from them lately?” asked Peter, presently, in a lazy tone.
Mitchell straightened himself up. “N—no. To tell the truth, Peter, I haven’t written for—I don’t know how long.”
Peter smoked reflectively.
“I remember your father well, Jack,” he said. “He was a big-hearted man.”
Old Danny was heard remonstrating loudly with spirits from a warmer clime than Australia, and Peter stepped over to soothe him.
“I thought I’d get it, directly after I opened my mouth,” said Mitchell. “I suppose it will be your turn next, Joe.”
“I suppose so,” said Joe, resignedly.