The tone was unusual. Roy looked hard at Denham.
“Is something the matter?”
“Yes. Wirion——” significantly.
“Do tell me.”
“Mrs. Curtis was so anxious about this Valenciennes business that she persuaded her husband to see one of the shop-lists.”
“I know. Papa said he'd have nothing to do with that way of finding out.”
“No. But Curtis went—and he finds——”
“Are they ordered off? O I'm sorry. I like Mrs. Curtis. She's so jolly—like a boy, almost. I shall miss them ever so much. Are they really going? What a bother!”
“Yes.”
“Anybody else?”