“Yes, a trivial matter, but I shall be at the hotel long before lunch.”
“Mrs. Devar is much better.... She is so sorry I remained indoors this morning.”
“Mrs. Devar is cultivating angelic qualities,” he said, but he murmured under his breath: “The old cat finds now that she has made a mistake.”
“I want you to pay the hotel people for the rooms I reserved but have not occupied. Then, perhaps, they will hand you any mail that may have been sent after me. And please give them my address at Chester. Will you do all that?”
“Certainly. There should be no difficulty.”
“Is Hereford looking very lively?”
“It strikes me as peculiarly empty,” he said with convincing candor.
“Shall we have time to see all the show places to-morrow?”
“We shall make time.”
“Well, good-bye! Bring my letters. I have not heard from my father since we left Bournemouth.”