Molly felt that she hated him.
“Then you have heard nothing of Christian?” said Mrs. Carew.
“Nothing,” replied Mr. Bodery, removing his tight gloves. “But it is too soon to think of getting anxious yet. Vellacott is eminently capable of taking care of himself—he is, above all things, a journalist. Things are disturbed in Paris, and it is possible that he has run across there.”
Mrs. Carew smiled somewhat incredulously.
“It was a singular time to start,” observed Hilda quietly.
Mr. Bodery turned and looked at her.
“Master mind in this house,” he reflected.
“Yes,” he admitted aloud.
He folded his gloves and placed them in the pocket of his coat. The others watched him in silence.
“Do you take sugar and cream?” inquired Hilda sweetly, speaking for the second time.