“Whatisadahabeeyah，Charles？“thedistinctvoiceofawidow，seatedinanarm-chairbythewindow，askedherson。
Itwastheendofthepiece，andhisanswerwaslostinthegeneralclearingofthroatsandtappingofknees。
“They’realloldinthisroom，“Rachelwhispered。
Creepingon，theyfoundthatthenextwindowrevealedtwomeninshirt-sleevesplayingbilliardswithtwoyoungladies。
“Hepinchedmyarm！“theplumpyoungwomancried，asshemissedherstroke。