Hadrian was pottering about in the garden. She went straight down to him.
“Here,” she said. “You’d better get off. You’d better take your things and go from here, quick.”
Hadrian looked slowly at the infuriated girl.
“Who says so?” he asked.
“We say so—get off, you’ve done enough mischief and damage.”
“Does Uncle say so?”
“Yes, he does.”
“I’ll go and ask him.”
But like a fury Emmie barred his way.
“No, you needn’t. You needn’t ask him nothing at all. We don’t want you, so you can go.”