"Yes, one other. Won't these do? Oh, bother; must I go all the way upstairs again?"
Nigel showed no signs of relenting, and Daisy's face certainly showed no annoyance.
She went off at full speed, and reappeared with two gloved hands spread out for inspection.
"That's better," Nigel said.
And they were off, Daisy asking in the garden—
"What did you want me to do?"
"Help me choose something for Fulvia's birthday."
"Ah, then I guessed! Father hasn't got anything this year."
"Never mind—my mother has. Fulvia will understand."
"Fulvia never gets vexed at that sort of thing. But it will be a horribly dull day. Such a pity! Mr. Carden-Cox is quite put out. He didn't mind so much a week or two ago, but now he says it is all nonsense, and he doesn't believe anything is the matter with my father. Nigel, why does he mind so about the day? I wish you would tell me."