“Good-morning, sir. Glad to see you, sir. Come inside, sir.”
“My wife is here, Mrs. Milton?”
“Your wife, sir? To be sure, there is a lady here.”
Gabriel smiled, but there was no suspicion of bitterness in his eyes.
“My wife is with you, Mrs. Milton,” he said.
“Lor’, Mr. Strong, I was just now going to say—”
“Shall I find her in the garden?”
“If you please, sir. And may I say, sir, if it ain’t presumption in an old woman, that I never did believe them lies.”
Gabriel colored a little, but smiled in the old woman’s kindly face.
“Thank you, Mrs. Milton,” he said.