‘She is gone out. She could not rest without an explanation from Mrs. Finch.’
‘A proper farrago she will hear,’ said Percy. ‘I found I could settle to nothing, so I thought it best to come and have it out.’
‘I hope she will soon come in.’
‘Don’t let me interrupt you. Go on with your letters.—Ha! little master!’
In his present temper, play with the baby was the most congenial occupation, and he made the little fellow very happy till he was carried off for his midday sleep. Then he tried to read, but seemed so uneasy, that Violet wondered if it would be intermeddling to hint at Theodora’s real views. At last, as if he could bear it no longer, he abruptly said, ‘Mrs. Martindale, do you know anything of these people?’
‘Very little,’ she answered. ‘Theodora was telling me about them yesterday, before you came. I believe she only likes them for old acquaintance’ sake.’
‘Is it true that she used to go out with them last year?’
‘I believe that she did sometimes.’
‘At least, I hope that will not happen again.’
‘No, I should not think it would. I am sure Theodora does not entirely approve of Mrs. Finch.’