““Did he say anything about your mother?” “No. I don’t think he saw her when he looked in. He just saw you.” “Well, I suppose we should be thankful for small blessings.” “Oh, there you are,” said Verna as she was bowed out of Worthington’s by the man in the frock coat. “Have you been here long?” “No, just a few minutes,” said Andrew. “Why didn’t you come in?” Andrew glanced at Sara. “We didn’t mind waiting outside,” he said. “I think that what we’re faced with,” said Wyatt, “is an excess of discretion, which, while unnecessary, does have its charm. But that’s enough of that.””
