“Yes. That will be all right.”
“Luggage-cart to go this morning, then.” Lady Aviolet wrote again.
“Rose, have you any plans?”
Rose shook her head.
“Thomas, you’re not doing anything?”
“Why, yes, my dear. The bench is sitting to-day. I must go into Cheriton this morning.”
“Oh, dear!”
Lady Aviolet looked quite confounded.
“That means that Tucker won’t have time to get the carriage cleaned before this afternoon. He won’t like that.”
“No, no, that would never do.”