you think you should also first see the young lady."
Captain Yule continued to laugh. "There is something in that then, since you mention it!"
"I think you'll find that there's everything." Mr. Prodmore again looked at his watch. "Which will you take first?"
"First?"
"The young lady or the house?"
His companion, at this, unmistakeably started. "Do you mean your daughter's here?"
Mr. Prodmore glowed with consciousness. "In the morning-room."
"Waiting for me?"
The tone showed a consternation that Mr. Prodmore's was alert to soothe. "Ah, as long, you know, as you like!"
Yule's alarm, however, was not assuaged; it appeared to grow as he stared, much discomposed, yet sharply thinking, at the door to which his friend had pointed. "Oh, longer than this, please!" Then as he turned away: "Do you mean she knows———?"
"That she's here on view?" Mr. Prodmore hung fire a moment, but was equal to the occasion. "She knows nothing whatever. She's as unconscious as the rose on its stem!"
