Surely, she thought, Mr. Strong was not going to tell her that “Stanhope Tasker was an excellent fellow in his way, but——,” as he had said of Mr. Brimby, Mr. Wilkinson and Mr. Prang!——
“Oh, nothing much. Only that I saw him to-day,” Strong replied offhandedly.
“He’s often about. He isn’t a very busy man, I should say,” Amory remarked.
“Saw him in Charing Cross Road as I was coming out of the office,” Mr. Strong continued. “I don’t think he saw me though.”
“After his abominable manners to you that day I should think he’d be ashamed to look you in the face.”
For a moment Mr. Strong looked puzzled; then he remembered, and laughed again.
“Oh, I didn’t mind that in the least! Rather refreshing in fact. Far more likely he didn’t notice me because he had his wife with him. I think you said he was married?”
Amory was just about to say that Mr. Strong gave Stan far more magnanimity than he deserved when a thought arrested her. Dorothy in Charing Cross Road! As far as she was aware Dorothy had not been out of Hampstead for weeks, and even then kept to the less frequented parts of the Heath. It wasn’t likely....
Her eyes became thoughtful.
“Oh? That’s funny,” she said.