“I suppose so,” answered Lionel. “But I should have known you anywhere.”
“How?”
“By your eyes.”
“Ah!” A pause, while Kester leisurely chipped an egg.
“Have you had any news lately from Uncle Lionel?”
“I have not had a letter from India for over six months.”
“What a fine old boy he is! Do you know, Li, I was quite jealous of the way he took to you; making such a pet of you, and all that? He must be getting old now.”
“I believe he is either fifty-nine or sixty.”
“Quite time he left the service, and settled down at home for the remainder of his days. He must have made a pot of money out there, eh?”
“I don’t think Uncle Lionel is one of the money-making kind.”