“I daresay, darling.”
“Will Miss Wade be there?”
“Yes. Are you glad?”
“I’ll be able to tell her all about London,” said Cecil reflectively. “I don’t think she knows much about London, Mummie.”
As the train took them further away from the city, the air lightened, and they presently ran into clear autumn sunshine.
At the end of the journey, the carriage from Squires was awaiting them.
Their return, which Rose looked upon as a milestone, roused no excitement at Squires.
“How are you, my dear?” said Lady Aviolet placidly, and gently bumped Rose’s face with her own. She kissed her grandson with more cordiality, remarked that he was looking pale, and told him that Miss Wade was returning from her holiday the next day.
“And you’ll have to work hard at your lessons, Cecil, to make up for your time away.”
“I went to Madam Tussawds in London,” Cecil announced.