“If I thought it wasn’t too cold, I’d go with you to Knype,” said Mr Orgreave.
“Now, Osmond!” Mrs Orgreave sat up.
“Shall I go?” said Edwin.
“Well,” said Janet, with much kindliness, “I’m sure he’d be delighted to see you.”
Mrs Orgreave rang the bell.
“What do you want, mother?”
“There’ll be the bed—”
“Don’t you trouble with those things, dear,” said Janet, very calmly. “There’s heaps of time.”
But Janet was just as excited as her parents. In two minutes the excitement had spread through the whole house, like a piquant and agreeable odour. The place was alive again.
“I’ll just step across and ask Maggie to alter supper,” said Edwin, “and then I’ll call for you. I suppose we’ll go down by train.”