'What will your father say when he knows?'
'I think he does know. He asked me whether I stood by what I said in
London.'
'And you told him?'
'Of course I told him.'
'And he,—what did he say?'
'He didn't say anything.'
'Jack,' I went on, 'you must forgive me talking about this, but I only do it, because—you see, we are pals.'
'Of course we are pals. Say what you like.'
'It is all summed up in one name—Lorna.'
A new light came into his eyes immediately, and I saw that his lips became tremulous.