“Aunt Hester. She didn’t mean to insult you.”
“I suppose then she did it by accident,” said he. “If so, she ought to have said she was sorry. How about the others, by the way? Have you spoken a seasonable word to Uncle Ronald?”
“Yes. He understands. He and my mother are thinking of going to-day. They would be off on Monday anyhow.”
“Golly: the animals are going out three by three,” observed Colin. “You and Pamela and I will be à trois. A quiet peaceful Sunday. I hope it will be fine, as Aunt Hester said.”
Violet turned towards the house.
“I must go and see Aunt Hester,” she said.
“What for? To commiserate with her for having a brutal nephew?” asked Colin.
“No, Colin. To say I am sorry she is going, but that, if she can’t see her way to apologize to you, there’s nothing else to be done. I believe what you tell me, and, that being so, she has wronged you.”
“And supposing now I told you I was in love with Pamela?” he said.