"You can see as far through a stone wall as most people."
Pyne knew that his uncle's sharp eyes were regarding him steadily, but he continued to gaze into the street.
There was a moment's hesitation before Mr. Traill growled:
"You young dog, you have seen it too. Mrs. Vansittart avoids me. Something has happened. She has changed her mind. Do you think she has heard about Edith?"
"Edith! Oh, of course—Enid must be christened afresh. No; that isn't it. It would not be fair to you to say that I think you are mistaken. But, from what I know of the lady, I feel sure she will meet you fairly when the time comes."
"Ah, you agree with me, then?"
"In admitting a doubt—in advising the delay you have already suggested—yes."
"She told you what I had written?"
"More than that, she asked me if I was aware of its explanation."
"And you said?"