'I can't help thinking, Alfred, that she's disappointed you
didn't ask him to come here.'

Yule stared at her in slight surprise. He was still not angry,
and seemed quite willing to consider this matter suggested to him
so timorously.

'Oh, you think so? Well, I don't know. Why should I have asked
him? It was only because Miss Harrow seemed to wish it that I saw
him down there. I have no particular interest in him. And as for-
-'

He broke off and seated himself. Mrs Yule stood at a distance.

'We must remember her age,' she said.

'Why yes, of course.'

He mused, and began to nibble a biscuit.

'And you know, Alfred, she never does meet any young men. I've
often thought it wasn't right to her.'

'H'm! But this lad Milvain is a very doubtful sort of customer.
To begin with, he has nothing, and they tell me his mother for
the most part supports him. I don't quite approve of that. She
isn't well off, and he ought to have been making a living by now.

He has a kind of cleverness, may do something; but there's no