Taswell, seeing Joe, stopped just within the door. “Oh, if I am intruding . . .” he began.
“Not at all!” said Joe cordially. “The appointment is yours. I was only warming a chair.”
Courtesies were exchanged. Joe remained standing.
“How are you getting along with your pupil?” he asked.
“As well as can be expected,” said Taswell coolly.
Joe laughed. “Are you fond of the little rascal?” he asked.
“He’s a splendidly healthy child,” answered Taswell.
Elaine, not looking at either man, frowned.
“What do you do every day?” asked Joe.
“We walk out for an hour if it’s fine,” said Taswell; “with such conversation, improving or otherwise, as may suggest itself. If we have to stay in, I read to him as long as he will listen; or help him to build something.”