"Yes, I know," said Selina. "A lot of rabbits."
"That's very true, Miss Butt; a lot of rabbits," echoed Cook solemnly as she sailed from the room.
"Well, why haven't you been to see me, Selina?" Jasmine persisted when they were alone.
"Why haven't you been to see me?"
"How could I? Uncle Matthew never invited me. Surely, Selina, you can understand I didn't want to force myself where I wasn't wanted. The last thing I wanted to do was to give him the impression that I wanted anything from him. He's had plenty of opportunities to ask for me if he wished to see me. My cousins have been over to see him lots of times."
"They have," agreed Selina, grimly.
"And they never brought me back any message."
"That doesn't say no message was sent," said Selina. "You know as well as I know Mr. Rouncivell never sends a letter of his own accord. He can't bring himself to it. I've seen him sit by the hour holding a stamp in his hand the same as I've seen boys holding butterflies between their fingers."
"Well, you could have written to me," Jasmine pointed out.
"I could have," Selina asserted. "And I ought to have; but I didn't. It's not a bit of good you going on talking about what people ought to have done. If we once get on that subject we shall go on talking here for ever. And it's no good being offended with me, even if you won't show a Christian spirit and go and live at Catford. I think you ought to have learnt to forgive by now. I've been forgiving people by the dozen these last two days. And although I don't think I shall, still you never know, and I may go so far as to forgive her," Selina declared pointing with her forefinger at the ceiling to indicate whom she meant.