And now I think everything is going off perfectly, and I shall be able
to show Amy that there's something inland as well as at the seaside.
Why don't you speak to her, Edward? What is the matter? What are you
looking at?" She detects him in the act of craning his neck to this
side and that, and peering over people's heads and shoulders in the
direction of the door. "Hasn't Norah--Bridget, I mean--come yet?" She
frowns significantly, and cautions him concerning Mrs. Campbell by
pressing her finger to her lip.
Roberts: "Yes--yes, she's here; I suppose she's--she's here. How do
you do, Amy? So glad--" He continues his furtive inspection of the
door-way, and Willis turns away with a snicker.
Mrs. Campbell: "Willis, what are you laughing at? Is there anything
wrong with my bonnet? Agnes, _is_ there? He would let me go about
looking like a perfect auk. Did I bang it getting out of the coupe. Do
tell me, Willis!"
Mrs. Roberts, to her husband: "You don't mean to say you haven't
_seen_ her yet?"
Roberts, desperately: "Seen her? How should I know whether I've seen
her? I never saw her in my life."
Mrs. Roberts: "Then what are you looking for, in that way?"
Roberts: "I--I'm looking for her husband.
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