And Babs, from the other side, echoed the question, as they hung round her, and looked with their innocent young eyes into her harassed face.
“Well, yes, dears, I am a good deal worried just now. But—no, it’s nothing I can tell you about,” said she. “Now for my crimes. Pamela, what have I done to displease you?”
“Well, you know you promised to see——”
“Hush. Speak lower.”
“You promised to see the woman who said she was our mother, and to write to us afterwards.”
“Yes. And I did see her.”
“But you didn’t write to us afterwards!”
There was a pause. Audrey felt the tears coming into her eyes.
“Why didn’t you?”
“I—I was very busy. You know I—I left ‘The Briars,’ and—then I met my husband again unexpectedly—I suppose you haven’t heard of that?”