“I couldn’t possibly do it nicely. Confound it all——”
She considered this.
“If you can’t do it nicely, it will only make it worse,” she conceded.
“What then?”
“Wait.”
“For her to tell me?” demanded Peter.
“Yes, or for you just to know. It won’t come to that. Oh, you absurd people! Shall I tell her that you know?”
Peter thought over this.
“It’s becoming comic,” he said presently. “That’s the silliest thing you’ve said yet.”
“Perhaps. But it isn’t comic, my dear.”