It is not a word to use between us." Mrs.Evers gave me one of her deliberate looks before replying.
"And I am not so sure that it is a favour," she said softly enough at last.

"It is really your advice I want to ask, in the first place at all events.

Duncan, it's about old Bob!" The corners of her mouth twitched, her eyes filled with a quaint humorous concern, and as a preamble I was handed the photograph which I had already studied on my own account.
"Isn't he a dear ?" asked Bob's mother.

"Would you have known him, Duncan ?" "I did know him," said I."Spotted him at a glance.

He's the same old Bob all over." I was fortunate enough to meet the swift glance I got for that, for in sheer sweetness and affection it outdid all remembered glances of the past.