'You'll see us again before you leave, Twemlow?' said John's imperious voice.
'You aren't going back to America just yet, are you?' Leonora asked, from the back.
No reply came from within the hood.
'Mother says you aren't going back to America just yet, are you, Mr. Twemlow?' Milly screamed in her treble.
Arthur Twemlow showed his face. 'No, not yet, I think,' he called. 'See you again, certainly.... And thanks once more.'
'Tchick!' said Carpenter.
The next evening, after tea, John, Leonora, and Rose were in the drawing-room. Milly had run down to see her friend Cissie Burgess, having with fine cruelty chosen that particular night because she happened to know that Harry would be out. Ethel was invisible. Rose had returned with bitter persistence to the siege of her father's obstinacy.
'I should have six weeks clear,' she was saying.
John consulted his pocket-calendar.