He stopped, for now he came to think of it he didn’t rightly know what he had thought.
The lady leant forward in her chair. ‘Do you know where she is?’ she asked quickly.
‘No, mum. Do you?’ asked Mr. Pinner.
‘No,’ said the lady in a queer sort of voice, her head drooping.
Mr. Pinner stood there very awkward indeed.
‘Are you her father?’ she asked, after a minute.
‘That’s right, mum,’ said Mr. Pinner.
Then she got up and came across to him.
‘I’m afraid you are very unhappy,’ she said, looking at him.
‘That’s right, mum,’ said Mr. Pinner.