"She's very kind. She calls me 'dear' all the time, but Notya will hate her when she notices the teeth. Will you go up to her now? I have to—I want to go out for a little while. Then we can have the rest of the day to ourselves."
He lifted his eyebrows oddly. "Why not?"
"I mean I needn't go out again."
"Where are you going now?"
"Just for a walk. I must have a walk."
"Good girl. I'll look after the family."
She took her cloak from its peg and slipped through the garden. "I don't tell the truth. I'm deceitful," she said to herself, and when she saw George, she hated him.
"I've been here for hours," he said as she approached.
"There was no need to wait."
"I'm not grudging the time."