CHAPTER 30When they were alone again March turned in his chair with an abrupt,
“Well?”
During the whole of the time that Laura had been in the room Miss Silver had knitted peacefully. The blue bootee had made considerable progress. The needles had clicked without intermission, but Miss Silver’s lips had not uttered a single word. She unclosed them now.
“What do you expect me to say, my dear Randal?”
He smiled.
“What you think. You always do.”
She gave her little dry cough.
“I hope so. But in this case I would rather hear what you think yourself.”
The smile became a thoughtful one.
“A disarming creature. One would say candour itself—or one would have said so if one hadn’t taken up this horrid trade. Do you remember Milly Morrison?”
“My dear Randal, any woman would have seen throug
