Then Archie yawned largely, finished his drink, and took up his candle.
"Oh! she's coming, is she?" said Dick meditatively.
Archie struck a match.
"How's Frank?" went on Dick.
"Haven't heard from him."
"Where is the poor devil?"
"Haven't an idea."
Dick emitted a monosyllabic laugh.
"And how's she behaving?"
"Jenny? Oh! just as usual. She's a sensible girl and knows her mind."