“All right. Say good night to your mother, and tell her I’ve sent you to bed.”
“But you haven’t,” said Dennis.
“No, but that’ll make her pleased with me.”
Dennis stole out, and Blanche gave a sigh of relief.
“That’s a good thing,” she said. “Dennis was as much out of place here, as I should be playing football with him at Eton.”
“But you’d enjoy that,” said Colin. “You’d love being the one female in a crowd of handsome boys.”
She laughed.
“Yes, my dear, we all detest competition as we get older. But why did you let Dennis come at all? Either he’d wallow in it, which would be extremely bad for him, or he’d be bored with it.”
“I wanted to see which he would do. It would have been very interesting if he’d wallowed in it.”
“You’re no judge of character. You might have known he wouldn’t,” she said.