But Dr. Bryant's ears were sharp. "Over the dining room?"
"That room, for a child! You say yourself she is a child. Of course not. If it had been for two of them—"
"Where have you put her, Theodosia?"
"Upstairs. The other spare room. Where else should she be?"
Dr. Bryant's recollections of "the other spare room" were hazy. He walked off without a word, unheeding an eager protest from Lettice. There was an unpleasant gleam in Theodosia's eyes.
"It is too supremely ridiculous. As if we never were to have a decent room to offer a visitor. I certainly shall not give in."
Lettice hardly knew what to answer, and Dr. Bryant speedily returned.
"That will not do, my dear," he said.
"I don't see why not. It is the only room I can spare."
"Another has to be spared. I will not have Keith on the first floor, and Lettice on the second. If you like to send Keith upstairs—"