Matt nodded.
“She’s still alive, I suppose?”
“Ye-es,” faltered Matt.
“It’s about the same,” said Matt, vaguely.
“Ha!” said Mr. Strang, with an all-comprehending air.
He allowed Madame to divest him lovingly of his cloak. Then he said: “You’re settled in London, then?”
“I shall stay here some time.”
“Humph! You’re not like your father. He could never stay in one place. Well, well, I’m sure I wish you success, but you know it’s not an easy line you’ve gone into.”
“So you wrote to me, sir.”