"To—London!"
"Yes."
Mabel's heart sank. She read obstinacy in that frowning face of his; knew what sort of thing that was to fight; had had experience of it. She played what was usually a trump card.
"And at Christmas time, too! Christmas! You will leave me here alone?"
"Alone? Well—I like that! You have got your dear friends, the Chantrelles. There isn't much of a lonely look about you when Percy is around."
"Dick!"
"Hullo!"
"Don't be horrid!"
"Why? Do you claim a monopoly of the right to be so?"