Mamma won't let me hunt; isn't it too bad of her?
He didn't speak a single serious word all the morning, and just think how dry he used to be! Of course he can be dry enough still when he gets with people like Mrs.Adams and Clara Carr, but I hope to break him of the habit entirely.' She glanced at Annabel, and laughed merrily before raising her cup to her lips.

Mr.Newthorpe just cast a rapid eye over his daughter's face; Annabel wore a look of quiet amusement.
'Has he been here since then ?' Paula inquired, tapping a second egg.
'We lost sight of him for two or three months, and of course he always makes a mystery of his wanderings.' 'We saw him last in October,' her uncle answered, 'when he had just returned from America.' 'He said he was going to Australia next.

By-the-by, what's his address?
Something, Russell Street.

Don't you know ?' 'No idea,' he replied, smiling.
'Never mind.

I'll send the letter to Mrs.Ormonde; she always knows where he is, and I believe she's the only one that does.' When the meal came to an end Mr.Newthorpe went, as usual, to his study.