"
He gave a boisterous laugh and, raising his glass, nodded to Mr. Stobell.
Mr. Stobell, who was just about to drink, lowered his glass again and
frowned.
"I don't see anything to laugh at," he said, deliberately.
"He can't have been listening," said Mr. Tredgold, in a low voice, to
Miss Drewitt.
"Well, it's done now," said the captain, genially. "You--you're not
going?"
"Yes, I am," said Mr. Stobell.
He bade them good-night, and then pausing at the door stood and surveyed
them; even Mr. Tasker, who was gliding in unobtrusively with a jug of
water, shared in his regards.
"When I think of the orphans and widows," he said, bitterly, "I----"
He opened the door suddenly and, closing it behind him, breathed the rest
to Dialstone Lane. An aged woman sitting in a doorway said, "_Hush!_"
CHAPTER VI
Miss Drewitt sat for some time in her room after the visitors had
departed, eyeing with some disfavour the genuine antiques which she owed
to the enterprise, not to say officiousness, of Edward Tredgold. That
they were in excellent taste was undeniable, but there was a flavour of
age and a suspicion of decay about them which did not make for
cheerfulness.
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