Mrs. Bolton shrugged her shoulders impatiently. It did seem to her to matter, but she would not let Caylesham think that it mattered much. She returned to her point about the children.
"He's miserable thinking about them, and yet he won't go near them. I call it idiotic."
"So do I. But then they aren't our children."
"Well, I'm not going to stand his saying it again and again to me."
"I really agree. There can't be any reason for saying such a thing more than once."
She broke into a vexed laugh.
"When you've had all the fun you can get out of me, perhaps you'll begin to help me. You see, I want it settled. I want to be off to Monte with Pattie."
"I see. You want to go with Pattie and——?"
Mrs. Bolton shook her head.
"Just you and Pattie?"