'Old Sir Hervey's youngest daughter. You knew him, I suppose, even if you haven't met her. Jean, you aren't giving Mr. Stonor anything to eat.'
'No, no, thanks. I don't know why I took this.' He set down his tea-cup. 'I never have tea.'
'You're like everybody else,' said the girl, in a half-petulant aside.
'Does nobody have tea?'
She lowered her voice while the others discussed who had already been sent away, and who might still be expected to invade.
'Nobody remembers anybody else when that Miss Levering of theirs is to the fore. You began to say when—to talk about Scotland.'
He had taken out his watch. 'I was wondering if the children were down yet. Shall we go and see?'
Jean jumped up with alacrity.
'Sh!' Mrs. Freddy held up a finger and silenced her little circle. 'They must have thought I was ringing for toast—somebody's being let in!'
'Let's hope it's Miss Levering,' said Mr. Freddy.