In spite of himself almost, his eyes were staring at her with an expression of scrutiny that was fierce, because of the anxiety within him.
"Poor old Harwich has had to wait so long, and now at last he's got what he's wanted."
"What's that?"
"A child—that is, children—twins."
There was a moment of silence. Then Mrs. Armine said, with a smile:
"So that's it!"
"Yes, that's it, Ruby."
"Girls? Boys? Girl and boy?"
"Boys, both of them."
"When you write, congratulate him for me. And now read the rest of your letters. I'm going to take a stroll in the garden."