Mr. Flanders, looking a trifle dazed and bewildered, contrived to hide
his emotions in a most commendable manner. A keener observer than
Diggs, however, would have detected a strange pallor in the young
woman's smooth cheek and an ominous shadow between her finely
pencilled brows. Even Diggs might have observed these symptoms but for
the fact that she kept her face rigidly averted. Mr. Flanders, from
his position near the door--he seemed to have taken root there--was
favoured with no more than a glimpse of the tip of a small ear and the
faintest suggestion of a cheek's outline. His own face, entirely
visible to Diggs, was scarlet--quite frankly so.
Four nurses appeared, carrying infants. Miss Fairweather assisted in
the task of placing the sleepy-heads in their high-chairs and in the
subsequent occupation of entertaining them by means of sundry grimaces
and motions, keeping them awake--and quiet--against the arrival of Mr.
Bingle, who, it appears, had gone to his room to substitute a pair of
far from fashionable carpet slippers for the smart pumps he had been
wearing.
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