“Mr Orgreave wants me to go to London with him and Mrs Orgreave.” He explained the whole project to her.
She said at once, eagerly and benevolently—
“Of course you ought to go. It’ll do you all the good in the world. I shall be all right here. Clara and Albert will come for Jubilee Day, anyhow. But haven’t you driven it late? ... The day after to-morrow, isn’t it? Mr Heve was only saying just now that the hotels were all crammed.”
“Well, you know what Orgreave is! I expect he’ll look after all that.”
“You go!” Maggie enjoined him.
“Won’t upset him?” Edwin nodded vaguely to wherever Darius might be.
“Can’t be helped if it does,” she replied calmly.
“Well then, I’m dashed if I don’t go! What about my collars?”