Timmy always enjoyed hearing grown-up people's conversation, especially when they had forgotten that he was present.

All at once his sharp ears heard Mrs.Crofton's low, melodious voice asking the question he had been half-expecting her to ask: "Do you expect Mr.Radmore soon ?" "Yes, he's coming down on Friday." There was a pause, then Timmy heard his mother say: "Have you known Godfrey Radmore long ?" Janet really wanted to know.

Somehow, she found it difficult to imagine a friendship between Godfrey and this little fribble of a woman.

But as to that, Janet Tosswill showed less than her usual intelligence.

She still thought of Godfrey Radmore as of the rather raw, awkward, though clear-headed and determined lad of twenty-three--the Radmore, that is, of nine years ago.
"My husband and I first met him in Egypt," said Mrs.Crofton hesitatingly.