“D'you call me?” he inquired.
“Yes. Shut the door and come in. I want to talk to you.” He closed the door and went to the hearth-rug. There was a photograph of Dick on the mantel, taken in his uniform, and he looked at it for a moment. Then he turned. “All right, my dear. Let's have it.”
“Did Mrs. Morgan have anything to say?” He stared at her.
“She usually has,” he said. “I never knew you considered it worth repeating. No. Nothing in particular.”
The very fact that Mrs. Morgan had limited her inquiry to Minnie confirmed her suspicions. But somehow, face to face with David, she could not see his contentment turned to anxiety.
“I want to talk to you about Dick.”
“Yes?”
“I think he's in love, David.”
David's heavy body straightened, but his face remained serene.
“We had to expect that, Lucy. Is it Elizabeth Wheeler, do you think?”