“She’s head over heels in love with him,” Margaret nodded. “I’ve known that for years. But I didn’t expect you to notice it.”
“That’s my business, fair lady,” Roger returned sweetly.
“You saw she was keen on him?” Anthony asked in astonishment. “How on earth did you do that?”
“For the answer to this question, refer to my last remark,” Roger murmured. “Alternative answer—china!”
“Yes, that rather gave it away,” Margaret agreed. “Especially after what I’d said before. Do you remember?”
“It was that I was thinking of,” Roger laughed.
Anthony looked from one to the other. “What are you two talking about?” he appealed.
“Nothing that you’d understand, little boy,” said Roger kindly. “Run away and play with the blind-tassel. I like your doctor-man, Margaret.”
“George? Yes, he’s a dear, isn’t he? Though it took me ever so much longer to know him than it seems to have taken you. And he liked you too. I’ve never known him to ask anyone to supper on such a short acquaintance.”
“I am rather likable,” Roger admitted.