“Well, what about him?”
“It’s about him and Jenny, Sir.”
“Well, what about ’em? What the devil’s he got to do with Jenny?”
“Don’t you remember she went to tea at Fourhouses last week?”
“She hasn’t been there again, has she?”
Gervase considered that the subject had been sufficiently led up to—anyhow he could stand no more of the preliminaries.
“Well, yes, Sir—at least she’s having tea with him now—at least not tea.... I mean, they were married this morning.”
Sir John dropped Country Life.
“Married this morning,” he repeated in a lame, normal voice.
“Yes, Sir, at St. Ethelburga’s, Paddington. They’ve been in love with each other for some time, but as they didn’t expect you’d quite see things as they did, they thought they’d better wait to tell you till after the ceremony.”