“Of nothing. I never think. It’s too much trouble.”
“Phew! Don’t take it so much to heart. They’ll soon be back.”
“What a tease you are,” she retorted petulantly. “I hope they won’t. If you only knew how sick I am of the pair of them.”
“That so? I was going to say you’d have to make shift with me for the next few days, but—There, it’s a sin to tease her. What’s the matter? You’re not looking up to your usual brilliancy of form and colouring, little girl.”
“Oh, I’ve got a most beastly headache. I’m going to try and go to sleep all day, if those two wretched children will let me.”
“Poor little girl! Shall I persuade Upward to let them come with us?”
“No, no. It doesn’t matter. You’d better go now, or you’ll start Mr Upward fussing.”
“And cussing?”
“Yes, that too. I’m going in now. Good-bye.”
“Nesta looks very much below par this morning, Upward,” said Campian, as they rode along.