He leaned over the table and continued confidentially—
"Of course you are happy, Frank. There's really nothing Providence could do for you except put a little money in your pocket, and give you a good time—eh?"
"Oh—er—nothing."
"What's the matter? That doesn't sound very cheerful."
"I assure you I'm as cheerful as—er—er—anything," said Frank heroically.
"I was sure of it. But poor Jean—she's got her troubles, eh, Frank?"
Frank warmed up at his sister's name.
"She has," he admitted.
Mr. Walkingshaw thoughtfully piled several slices of bacon on his plate. It would have reassured Colonel Munro greatly to have seen him.