"Are you?" replied the Father gently, looking at him with interest. "No, I think not. You appear very well."
The sea air had, in fact, put some brownish red into Guildea's always thin cheeks. His keen eyes were shining with life and energy, and he walked forward in his loose grey suit and fluttering overcoat with a vigour that was noticeable, carrying easily in his left hand his well-filled Gladstone bag.
The Father felt completely reassured.
"I never saw you look better," he said.
"I never was better. Have you an hour to spare?"
"Two."
"Good. I'll send my bag up by cab, and we'll walk across the Park to my house and have a cup of tea there. What d'you say?"
"I shall enjoy it."
They walked out of the station yard, past the flower girls and newspaper sellers towards Grosvenor Place.
"And you have had a pleasant time?" the Father said.