She gazed sharply from him to her son.

Mr.Kybird's expression was now normal, but despite his utmost efforts Mr.Silk could not entirely banish the smile which trembled on his lips.
"Me and Teddy," said Mr.Kybird, turning to her with a little bob, which served him for a bow, "'ave just been having a little talk about old times." "He was just passing," said Mr.Silk.
"Just passing, and thought I'd look in," said Mr.Kybird, with a careless little laugh; "the door was open a bit." "Wide open," corroborated Mr.Silk.
"So I just came in to say ''Ow d'ye do ?'" said Mr.Kybird.
Mrs.Silk's sharp, white face turned from one to the other.

"Ave you said it ?" she inquired, blandly.
"I 'ave," said Mr.Kybird, restraining Mr.Silk's evident intention of hot speech by a warning glance; "and now I'll just toddle off 'ome." "I'll go a bit o' the way with you," said Edward Silk.

"I feel as if a bit of a walk would do me good." Left alone, the astonished Mrs.Silk took the visitor's vacated chair and, with wrinkled brow, sat putting two and two together until the sum got beyond her powers of calculation.

Mr.Kybird's affability and Teddy's cheerfulness were alike incomprehensible.