Breakfast was going on, and merrily, to judge from the rush of voices
which met Wareham when he opened the door. His friends were there
together, and a place was kept for him next the Ravenhills; opposite
were Mrs Martyn, Anne, and Hugh. As he took his seat, Mrs Martyn
spoke across the table.
"Pretty proceedings, Mr Wareham!"
"They did not cause you disturbance?" he asked, with a simulated anxiety
which sent round a smile.
"Nothing serious. I believed either of you equal to the task of looking
after the other. Which took the lead?"