“No, I suppose not,” said Bruce Evelin.
Again Dion was definitely conscious of evasion. He got up to go away, feeling disappointed.
“Then you advise me to do nothing?” he said.
“What about, my boy?”
“About Mrs. Clarke.”
“What could you do?”
Dion was silent.
“I think it’s better to let women settle these little things among themselves. They have a deep and comprehensive understanding of trifles which we mostly lack. How’s Robin?”
Robin again! Was he always to be the buffer between 5 Little Market Street and Mrs. Clarke?
“He’s well and tremendously lively, and I honestly think he’s growing better looking.”