Jolyon went over and put his hand on her shoulder.
"How did he look?"
"Grey; but otherwise much the same."
"And the daughter?"
"Pretty. At least, Jon thought so."
Jolyon's heart side-slipped again. His wife's face had a strained and puzzled look.
"You didn't—?" he began.
"No; but Jon knows their name. The girl dropped her handkerchief and he picked it up."
Jolyon sat down on his bed. An evil chance!
"June was with you. Did she put her foot into it?"