Mrs. Romilly said her head was better, also that she was very pleased they'd been talking to Miss Chance; finally she wanted to know if anything had been said about the sail from Salterne.
"If you go, and when you go," she concluded, "she wants to go in with you--walk to Five Trees, I mean, and sail home."
"I don't think she'll enjoy it much, Mother," ventured Christobel.
"Why not, dear--you do?"
"Yes, but you see we don't mind knocking about, and wet, and spells of discomfort--she might be sick, most people are."
Mrs. Romilly was not blind to the trend of feeling.
"I don't see why she shouldn't have a try," she suggested mildly, "if she is ill, or hates it, she needn't go again. After all, poor thing, she never has been."
"Well, Mother, you see it was Sir Marmaduke's affair before this, wasn't it? And such a crowd with Penberthy and Mollie--as he didn't ask Miss Chance, we couldn't force her in, could we?"
"Well, there won't be a crowd now," persisted Mrs. Romilly, "even if you all go--only five."
"Only five!" Christobel looked at Adrian over her mother's head, she said the two words with her lips--soundlessly--and smiled.