“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
Farquhar went out with him at ’arf after two sir, and ’as not yet returned, sir.”
The Earl of Toppingham made no reply. Then with his back to Morley he said:
“Have you still got all those letters?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Well, give them to me,” directed his master. “I may be able to arrange to have them delivered.”
Then the Earl of Toppingham, who was really a nice old man according to his lights went alone into the drawing-room, and having lit a very cheap and nasty cigar, stood looking out over the waving tree-tops in the park for upwards of an hour, and he was still watching the lines of misty lights that circled among the foliage or marched in double columns along its boundaries when the door opened and Evelyn came in.
“Hello, grandpa!” she cried, going over and putting her arms around his neck. “I suppose Morley has told you the whole thing?”
His lordship bent and kissed her flushed cheeks.
“My little Evvy!” he whispered. “My little Evvy!”
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