“Yes,” said Farron. “You’d better take some of that chicken, Mathilde. It’s very good.”
She did not notice that the piece he had taken on his own plate was untouched.
“I’m not hungry,” she answered.
“Anything wrong?”
She could not lie, and so she looked at him and smiled and answered:
“Nothing, as Mama would say, to trouble an invalid with.”
She did not have a great success. In fact, his brows showed a slight disposition to contract, and after a moment of silence he said:
“Does your mother say that?”
“She’s always trying to protect you nowadays, Mr. Farron.”
“I saw your friend Pete Wayne this morning.”