“Then what ought one to do?”
“Leave them. He’ll find them out for himself, soon enough.”
Sylvia so rarely took an independent line that they were surprised to see her shaking her head.
“I’d rather be told,” she said, still examining her work.
Teresa moved uneasily.
“Are we to go to the Villa Madama, or not?” she asked almost sharply. “Say yes or no, some one.”
“We all say yes,” said Mrs Brodrick, with something of effort in the words. She, too, had been listening. Teresa went quickly to Sylvia and put her hand on her shoulder, the two young heads bending together.
“How beautifully you knit!” cried Teresa, taking the work in her other hand. “I can never keep the silk so even. Do you know your fairy godmother must have been an exceedingly neat person?”
Once in her hearing, Wilbraham had inveighed against untidiness.
“Oh, Teresa, as if anybody ever had a fairy godmother!”