“Very well, my dear. I suppose you will make an appointment with the headmaster—I think his name is Lambert. I believe he has a particularly charming wife, who does a great deal for the boys.”
“Yes.”
“I will come with you, if you like. I should like to see the place.”
Rose looked at her mother-in-law with candid disapproval. “I’d rather not, thank you. I hope you won’t think me a pig,” she added with an effort.
Lady Aviolet did not say that she thought Rose a pig. She made an unsmiling gesture of submission.
“Just as you prefer. I shall get plenty of opportunities later on, I hope, when the little chap is settled there.”
“I thought Henrietta Lucian could come with me,” said Rose.
“The doctor’s sister? If you wish it, my dear, no doubt she will be quite ready to do so.”
“I like her very much,” said Mrs. Aviolet aggressively.
“Do you, my dear? Let me know when you want to go, so as not to clash with any plans. The Marchmonts are coming over to lunch one day next week, I hope.”