"He hasn't brought you any great luck, it seems to me."
Lawrence put his unlighted cigar back in the case, stretched out his legs, and gazed at the toes of his shoes.
"That's true enough," returned Prudence, "but I'm always hoping he will. I'm going to keep him. To whom did you give him?"
"Leander Ffolliott."
Prudence started perceptibly. She looked for an instant intently at her husband, her eyes narrowing in their old way as she did so.
"Have you been there?" she asked.
"No; I saw the boy on the rocks."
"Perhaps you saw the boy's sister also."
"Yes, I did."
"Oh!"