Mrs. Lambert looked slightly perplexed.
“Won’t you ask me anything you like?” she said at last. “Please don’t think I shan’t understand. I shall, really. It always seems to me so hard for the mothers.”
Rose roused herself suddenly, her decision taken at the same moment.
“You are kind. I never imagined you’d be in the least like this. The fact is I’ve always been dead against school for Cecil, at all. He’s not like other children, in a way. I don’t mean that he’s wanting, you know,” she added hastily.
“I never supposed you did! But what is it, exactly?”
“He doesn’t speak the truth,” said Rose curtly.
There was a pause.
Then Mrs. Lambert nodded her head. Her expression, though graver, still remained sympathetic and full of optimistic cheerfulness.
“Well, that’s a bad fault, of course, and one’s always sorry to see it. But, of course, we’ve had boys like that before. It’s quite a common thing, in fact.”
“You won’t tell your husband, will you? It doesn’t seem fair to Cecil, somehow.”