“And leave out the politics,” he had said, “I get enough of that wherever I go.”
As she read she felt him watching her, and in the middle of a paragraph he suddenly said:
“What's become of Cameron?”
“He must be very busy. He is supporting Mr. Hendricks, you know.”
“Supporting him! He's carrying him on his back,” grunted Anthony. “What is it, Grayson?”
“A lady—a woman—calling on Miss Cardew.”
Lily rose, but Anthony motioned her back.
“Did she give any name?”
“She said to say it was Jennie, sir.”
“Jennie! It must be Aunt Elinor's Jennie!”