“More right than the Porphyrion?”
“Yes, yes, yes; safe as houses—safer.”
“Very many thanks. I’m sorry—if you sublet—?”
“If he sublets, I shan’t have the same control. In theory there should be no more damage done at Howards End; in practice there will be. Things may be done for which no money can compensate. For instance, I shouldn’t want that fine wych-elm spoilt. It hangs—Margaret, we must go and see the old place some time. It’s pretty in its way. We’ll motor down and have lunch with Charles.”
“I should enjoy that,” said Margaret bravely.
“What about next Wednesday?”
“Wednesday? No, I couldn’t well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least.”
“But you can give that up now.”
“Er—no,” said Margaret, after a moment’s thought.
“Oh, that’ll be all right. I’ll speak to her.”