“Probably not. The country is the place for kiddies, isn’t it, and London is no great catch for any one at this time of year.”
Their tea was brought to them, and Rose poured it out, carefully putting milk into the bottom of each cup first.
“Sugar?”
“No, thanks.”
She dropped two lumps into her own cup and stirred them round and round with her teaspoon, absently, while she went on talking.
“I did think of perhaps taking Ces abroad with me somewhere. One can live awfully cheaply at some of those French places, I believe.”
Lord Charlesbury reflectively answered, “I see,” but it was obvious enough that he was puzzled. At last he said:
“D’you know, I can’t help feeling that there’s something at the back of your mind that I haven’t quite grasped. I’m a stupid fellow, Mrs. Aviolet, and you must help me. What’s the idea of leaving England?”
“I didn’t mean to give any one my address. I don’t want Ford to have anything to do with Cecil’s bringing up.”
“But isn’t he his guardian?”