"Is he ill ?" "No, he is quite well." "Then what is it ?" Sybil Linforth looked down for a moment at the gravel of the garden-path.
Then, without raising her eyes, she said in a low voice: "I am afraid." "Ah," said Dewes, as he rubbed his chin, "I see." It was his usual remark when he came against anything which he did not understand.
"You must let me have him for a week or two sometimes, Sybil.

Boys will get into trouble, you know.

It is their nature to.

And sometimes a man may be of use in putting things straight." The hint of a smile glimmered about Sybil Linforth's mouth, but she repressed it.

She would not for worlds have let her friend see it, lest he might be hurt.
"No," she replied, "Dick is not in any trouble.