Presently Jenny spoke.
"So I had to sneak out this morning and meet you. Otherwise," she said happily, "you'd have been ripping away or chartering a special plane or heaven knows what Where do you want to go now?"
"Anywhere you like. We might go and throw a bucket of water over your grandmother?"
"Martin! You mustn't…"
Jenny stopped. Suddenly she began to laugh, with such full infectiousness and delight that Martin joined in without knowing why..It warmed his heart to see this girl growing healthier and more exuberant at every minute, as though she had been let out of prison.
"If you think the idea is as funny as all that Jenny, it would be still better to use a fire-hose."
"Wait!" cried Jenny, shaking all over and wiping the tears of joy from her eyes. "Do you mean to say you haven't heard about the perfectly awful thing that happened last night? In the public road between the Dragon's Rest and the Manor?"
"No."
"Well, Grandmother and Sir Henry Merrivale…" "Godalive, don't tell me those two had another knock-down row?" "Yes."
"He threw a bucket of water over her, I suppose?"