But this was as disastrous as any inspiration of Miss Wade’s.
“I do know what I’m saying.... It is true.... I drew it badly for fun.... I can draw much better than any one.... I can——”
The nursery door opened again and Lady Aviolet came in.
“What’s this disgraceful noise? I heard you from the garden, Cecil.”
“He’s a very naughty boy indeed, I’m sorry to say.”
Rose picked up the struggling, sobbing Cecil in her strong arms and carried him bodily into the next room, where she threw him on the bed.
“Don’t you stir from there, now,” she panted.
She stood for a moment by the door, and saw him rolling round, his head buried in the pillow, before she left him, closing the door behind her.
“I’ve never seen him like that before,” she helplessly declared.
“Neither have I,” Miss Wade admitted. “I’ve never thought him a passionate child. And all about nothing, as you might say!”