Sheleantforwardoverthetable，staringblankly。Butpresentlyherhalf-avertedfacebegantohauntmeasshehadsatatthetable，andherarmandthelongdroopofhershoulder。
ThenextdayIdidanunexampledthing。Isentatelegramtomyuncle，“Badtempernotcomingtobusiness。”andsetoffforHighgateandEwart。Hewasactuallyatwork——onabustofMillie，andseemedverygladforanyinterruption。
“Ewart，youoldFool。”Isaid，“knockoffandcomeforaday’sgossip。I’mrotten。There’sasympatheticsortoflunacyaboutyou。Let’sgotoStainesandpaddleuptoWindsor。”
“Girl？”saidEwart，puttingdownachisel。
“Yes。”