"Of course," said Roger.
"So often I've thought," she went on: "'Now if only Clare and Elsbeth could be coming down the road to meet us——'" she paused effectively. "I do so like my friends to know each other, don't you?"
Roger was cutting bread—stale bread, to judge by his efforts. His face was growing red.
"Because then I can talk about them to them," concluded Alwynne lucidly.
"Jolly for them!" he commented indistinctly.
Alwynne looked up.
"What, Roger?"
"I said, 'Jolly for them!'"
"Oh!" Alwynne glanced at him in some uncertainty. Then, with a frown—
"Have you finished—already?"