He, too, looked pale and rather weary, but excited.
"Cuckoo," he said.
She sat still in the chair, looking at him.
"Well?" she said, and closed her lips tightly.
He came a step or two forward into the little room, and put his hat and stick down on the table.
"You expected me to come, didn't you?"
"I don't know as I did."
Her eyes were on Jessie now, and she stroked the little dog's back steadily up and down, alternately smoothing and ruffling its short coat. Julian came over and stood by the mantelpiece.
"I told you I should come."
"Did you?"