"Oh, I don't know. But nothing ever troubles him, I think. Can you catch his eye? I want to ask him about a dinner-party—I can't make him look this way!"
"Isn't it unkind to disturb him? He looks so comfortable."
"Oh, no—oh, that's it. Now he'll come."
He came slowly and stood before them.
"You want me?"
Gertrude chattered about an approaching dinner-party, then she turned to join in another conversation.
Ted stood silent.
Nell glanced up at him. "Nothing ever troubles him," rang in her ears. She frowned impatiently.
"Poor Mr. Pennington!" she said softly.
He glanced across at Pennington, surrounded, the centre of a noisy group, and raised his eyebrows.