"There was a splendid view from here," said Lesbia cuttingly. "I saw everything there was to be seen."
Trevellyan was looking for Miss Jones.
"Thank you so much for giving them the lead you did," he said to her gratefully. "It was very good of you. I felt such a brute for asking you to do it; but there really is danger, you know, especially from the windows, if shrapnel shatters the glass."
"Oh yes, I know. I wonder," said Grace thoughtfully, "whether they heard it much at Plessing."
"I know. I was thinking of that all the time. Not that she'd be nervous, you know, except on his account."
"It would be dreadful for Sir Piers. Oh, I do hope they didn't hear much of it," said Grace.
One of the men approached her. "If you please, Sister, could you come down into the kitching 'alf a minute?"
Grace went.
Trevellyan watched them all disperse, and escorted Mrs. Willoughby to her tram, wondering if he ought not to see her home.
But Lesbia refused all escort, declaring gallantly that she did not know the meaning of fear, and, anyway, Puffles would protect his missus from any more dreadful, wicked Zepps.