The Austrian shook her head.
"Your father a very nice man—the most nice old man I ever see. Miss Forsyte tell me all about him. Is he better?"
Her words fell on Jon like a reproach. "Oh! I think he's all right."
"I like to see him again," said the Austrian, putting a hand on her heart; "he have veree kind heart."
"Yes," said Jon. And again her words seemed to him a reproach.
"He never give no trouble to no one, and smile so gentle."
"Yes! doesn't he?"
"He look at Miss Forsyte so funny sometimes. I tell him all my story; he so sympatisch. Your mother—she nice and well?"
"Very."
"He have her photograph on his dressing-table. Veree beautiful."