But she never waited to hear how; for she turned away at some question put by Bill Whitney.
Sir John came in, and the four old ones sat down to their whist in the small drawing-room opening from this. The children were sent to bed. Sophie Chalk went to the piano to sing a song in hushed tones, Tod putting himself on one side, Bill on the other.
“Are both of them going in for the lady’s favour?” I asked of Anna, pointing to the piano, as she made room for me on the sofa.
“I think Miss Chalk would like it, Johnny.”
“How well Bill is looking!”
“Oh, he has quite recovered; he seems all the stronger for his accident. I suppose the rest and the nursing set him up.”
“Is Sophie Chalk staying here?”
“No; there’s hardly room for her. But she has been here every day and all day since we came up. They send her home in a cab at night, and one of the maids has to go with her. It is Helen’s arrangement.”
“Do you like London, Anna?”
“No. I wish I had stayed at home.”