“It seems such a long time since that cricket week,” she wrote, “and we all want to congratulate you on your splendid work. So do come.”
He handed the letter across to his mother.
She raised her eyebrows interrogatively.
“Well, dear?”
“Of course I shall go.”
She did not answer him, and he read in her silence a disapproval.
“You don’t want me to,” he said.
“I don’t mind, dear. It’s for you to decide.”
“But you’d rather I didn’t?”
“Well, dear, I was only thinking that as you’ve been away from us for three months, and....”