Mr. Bardy put the bundle of manuscript down on the desk and, dropping his eyeglass from his eye, caught it deftly and began to polish it vigorously with his pocket handkerchief. As no one spoke, he said:
“That’s all. It ends there!”
He looked round the circle of earnest faces. Then Horace Trevert crossed to the desk.
“Robin,” he said, and held out his hand, “I want to apologize. I ... we ... behaved very badly ...”
Robin grasped the boy’s hand.
“Not a word about that, Horace, old boy,” he said. “Besides, Mary is putting all that right, you know!”
“She told me,” replied Horace; “and, Robin, I’m tremendously glad!”
“Mr. Greve!”
Robin turned to find Mr. Manderton, large and impressive, at his elbow.