again a few days ago,” suggested Lady Laura tentatively.
“That will do very well. Then we three and those two. That will be quite enough for the present.”
He stood up—a big, dominating figure—a reassuring man to look at, with his kindly face, his bushy, square beard, and his appearance of physical strength. Lady Laura sat vaguely comforted.
“And about my notes,” asked Maud Stapleton.
“I think they will not be necessary. … Good day. … Saturday afternoon.”
The two sat on silently for a minute or two after he was gone.
“What is the matter, dearest?”
Lady Laura’s little anxious face did not move. She was staring thoughtfully at the fire. Mrs. Stapleton laid a sympathetic hand on the other’s knee.