"All right, mother, thank you. Funny thing; met a man in the street,
hadn't seen for five years. Saw him last in Rio--Funny thing. Well, we
lunched together. Not a bad fellow--Seen a thing or two, he has."
Mrs. Warlock counted her stitches. "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen ... How
nice for you, dear. What was his name?"
"Thompson ... I say," Martin suddenly raised his head as though he
heard something, "where's Amy?"
"Changing. She's been paying a call on the Miss Cardinals. Thought it
would be polite because of the new niece.--Six, seven, eight and nine..."
"What did she think of her?"
"Of whom, dear?"
"Of the niece."
"Oh, I don't think she liked her very much. She said that she was plain
and silent--and looked cross, Amy thought."
"Oh yes, Amy would." His face, as was his way when he was vexed,
flushed very slowly, the deeper red rising through the red-brown until,
ceasing in the middle of his forehead, it left a white line beneath his
hair. "She isn't cross a bit."
"I don't know, dear. It isn't my opinion. I only tell you what Amy
said. People here don't seem to like her. Mrs. Smith was telling me
yesterday that she's so difficult to talk to and seems to know nothing
about anything, poor girl."
"Mrs. Smith!" He swung his body on his hips indignantly. "A lot she
knows about anything! I hate that woman and her chattering daughter."
"Well, dear, I don't know, I'm sure; Mrs. Smith always seems to me very
kind."
He looked at her as though he had suddenly remembered something.
"I say--is it true what Amy says, that I woke you up this morning when
I went out by banging my door?"
"I'm sure you didn't.--Amy shouldn't say such things. And if you did
what does it matter? I sleep so badly that half an hour more or less
makes very little difference."
"Well, she says so--" He went on, dropping his voice: "I say, mother,
what's the matter with Amy? Why's she so sick with me? I haven't done
anything to offend her, have I?"
"Of course not. What a silly boy you are, Martin! Nine, ten, eleven ...
There! that's enough for this evening. I'll finish it in another day.
You mustn't mind Amy, Martin. She isn't always very well."
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