'I told you. I went to buy those things for Willie.'
'Biffen passed you in Tottenham Court Road,' he added.
'Perhaps,' said Amy, 'it was just when I was speaking to Mr Milvain.'
'I'm sure I don't know. I can't mention every trifle that happens.'
Amy closed her eyes, as if in weariness, and for a minute or two Reardon observed her countenance.
'So you think we had better sell the furniture.'
'I shall say nothing more about it. You must do as seems best to you, Edwin.'
'Are you going to see your mother to-morrow?'
