There was a silence in which both girls, though differently, were conscious of a dislike for Zebedee's unknown adventures.
Miriam laid her head on the red cushion. "I wish tomorrow would come."
"I bought turbot," Helen said. "I should think he's the kind of man who likes it."
"I suggest delicate sauces," Rupert said.
"You needn't be at all anxious about his food," Miriam assured them. "I'm going to be the attraction of this visit."
"How d'you know?"
Her teeth caught her under-lip. "Because I mean to be."
"Well, don't make a fool of yourself, my dear."
"She will," John growled.
Helen spoke quickly. "Oh, Miriam, I told Zebedee about Dr. Mackenzie's ties, and, do you know, he never wore any at all!"