"When?"
"When you told him ... I was to be there? Perhaps he did n't say anything?"—with anxiety. "Did he?"
"And supposing he did n't?"
"Then perhaps it would mean he did n't want me. And perhaps it would n't ... but it might."
"Ha! Might it? Let 's make our mind easy, dear child. He said lots of things."
"About me?"
"Certainly. It was you we were discussing."
There was only one question possible to ask after this on the direct line, and Pam drew up short, confronting it with a sudden air of virtue.
"I don't want to know what they were," she said.
"There 's no earthly reason why you should n't," Father Mostyn told her suavely, "so far as that goes."