“Yes?”
She lifted her face, and he kissed it, forgetting what he was going to say.
“I suppose there are plenty of schools and things at Blackmere?” she asked reflectively.
“Oh, I suppose so.”
“I hope I shan’t have to teach the multiplication tables?”
“Why should you?” he said briefly. The flame had again died down.
“I fancied people did. Do you know, I was thinking about it in the night.”
“The multiplication table?”
“I never could learn beyond six times. Until one came to ten, of course,” she added triumphantly. “And granny says Teresa could say it backwards—when she liked.”
“I wouldn’t trouble my head about it.”