But he confronted her like a powerful ox, full of dangerous force. Her smile had reassured him.
“Na, Allaye,” he said, “tell me something.”
“What?” laughed Alvina.
“Can I come to Woodhouse?”
“When?”
“Today. Can I come on bicycle, to tea, eh? At your house with you and Ciccio? Eh?”
He was smiling with a thick, doubtful, half sullen smile.
“Do!” said Alvina.
He looked at her with his large, dark-blue eyes.
“Really, eh?” he said, holding out his large hand.