“Hugh?”
The woman nodded.
“I’d rather he didn’t.”
“I know,” she said—“but please—”
Pryde shrugged his shoulder against the pillow. “Oh! all right. What does it matter? He coming here? When?”
Mrs. Latham glanced at the clock. “In about half an hour.”
CHAPTER XL
Hugh was embarrassed and awkward when he came in; Stephen was neither. He lay comfortably on his plumped-up pillows and regarded his brother with a slight, cynical smile.
“Hello, Steve,” the younger said.
Stephen said nothing.