The Governor’s “Good!” when he heard that I was going to spend the summer holidays with them at that curiously-named place in Anglesey was quite as sincere in its way, I do believe, as Theo’s “Joy! Oh, it will be twice as lovely as usual with Nancy there to show everything to!” He wasn’t the least bored, either, when Mrs. Waters put forward the plan of his motoring me up to town.
“Rather! A good idea,” he said briskly. “What about starting earlier after lunch, and doing a matinée this afternoon? You’ve never been to the theatre with me yet, Nancy, and—we talked about that one day.”
“So we did,” said I demurely, remembering that grisly occasion at the Carlton.
“Well, would you care about it?”
“I should! Why! I haven’t been to the theatre for ages. I haven’t seen anything; not even Milestones!”
“Care for that?”
“Anything, so long as it’s a play!”
“Then I’ll ’phone up now for seats.”
And as he spoke through the telephone that is fixed up in the den, I had almost a start at what seemed to me the strangeness of my employer’s voice. Yet that curt, metallic “Hullo!” used to be familiar enough to me—the only tone of his voice, indeed, that I’d ever heard!
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