“It must be pretty dull for you, my dear, sometimes. I wish you saw more people.”
“Oh no, Dad.”
Watching her smile, he thought: 'That's not sour grapes”—What is the trouble, then?'
“I suppose you've not heard anything of that fellow Fiorsen lately?”
“Not a word. But he's playing again in London this season, I see.”
“Is he? Ah, that'll cheer them.” And he thought: 'It's not that, then. But there's something—I'll swear!'
“I hear that Bryan's going ahead. I met a man in town last week who spoke of him as about the most promising junior at the bar.”
“Yes; he's doing awfully well.” And a sound like a faint sigh caught his ears. “Would you say he's changed much since you knew him, Dad?”
“I don't know—perhaps a little less jokey.”
“Yes; he's lost his laugh.”