Amory was a little pale. It was the best of news, and yet she was a little pale. Perhaps she was faint because she had not had any tea.
“Cosimo’s coming home,” she said.
There was a moment’s silence, and then the congratulations broke out.
“Oh, good!”
“Shall be glad to see the old boy!”
“Finished his work, I suppose?”
“Or perhaps it’s something to do with this Collins business?”
It was Mr. Brimby who had made this last remark. Amory turned to him slowly.
“What is this Collins business?” she asked.
Mr. Brimby dropped his sorrowing head.