“Yes, of course. I keep forgetting. I live so quietly here that the days go by faster than I know.” She put Lily back in her chair, and glanced at her husband.
“Is Louis coming to dinner, Jim?”
“Yes.”
“I suppose you cannot stay, Lily?”
“I ought to tell you, Aunt Elinor. Only mother knows that I am here.”
Aunt Elinor smiled her quiet smile.
“I understand, dear. How are they all?”
“Grandfather is very well. Father looks tired. There is some trouble at the mill, I think.”
Elinor glanced at Doyle, but he said nothing.
“And your mother?”