"Have you?"—there was a sparkle in her eyes.—"How good of you! What did he say?"
"Told me to hold my tongue."
Her face fell.
"I must talk to Andrew about it."
Frank smiled sardonically.
"I'm afraid you won't find him very sympathetic either."
She looked down at her little pointed shoe and said nothing.
"Who isn't very sympathetic, Frank?" asked Miss Walkingshaw, suddenly looking up.
He started guiltily.