“I’m feeling better now. Yes, my dear. I’d love some of those nice-looking grilled kidneys—and why shouldn’t I have a fried egg and a bit of bacon as well?”
He ate with an appetite of which he strove to hide the greed. Yes, by Jove! He was hungry. As Daphne had guessed, he had breakfasted—but so early—on only a cup of tea. Then the long drive through the open air. At this rate, he would soon fill out his clothes again. He pulled his waistcoat to show that he had thinned a little with advancing years.
“I’m afraid I’ve got bald, too,” said he. “There’s no remedy for that.”
“Not very,” said Daphne. “It’s scarcely noticeable. But you’ve got grey, dear, about the temples. I’m not quite sure whether it doesn’t suit you—gives you an air of distinction.”
Yet, as she watched him, eager to see t
