“You’ve spoilt her,” said Doris. “Well, are you going to see mother? She isn’t in a very pleasant mood, I warn you.”
“She’s never been angry before,” said Michael hopelessly.
“Well, she has really,” Doris explained. “Only she’s vented it on me.”
“I say, I’m awfully sorry. I had no idea—” Michael began.
“Oh, don’t apologize,” said Doris. “I’m used to it. Thank god, I’m going on the stage next year; and then Lily and mother will be able to squabble to their heart’s content.”
Mrs. Haden was sitting in what was called The Cosy Corner; and she treated Michael’s entrance with exaggerated politeness.
“Won’t you sit down? It’s rather late, but do sit down.”
All the time she was speaking the plate-rack above The Cosy Corner was catching the back of her hair, and Michael wondered how long it would be before she noticed this.
“Really, I think it’s very wrong of you to bring my daughter home at this hour,” Mrs. Haden clattered. “I’m sure nobody likes young people to enjoy themselves more than I do. But eleven o’clock! Where is Lily now?”
“Gone to bed,” said Doris, who seized the opportunity to depart also.