‘What the devil do you want?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Then take it and go.’
But Beatrice smiled, and kept her seat.
CHAPTER 5
Nancy stood before her husband with a substantial packet in brown paper. It was after breakfast, at the moment of their parting.
‘Here is something I want you to take, and look at, and speak about the next time you come.’
‘Ho, ho! I don’t like the look of it.’ He felt the packet. ‘Several quires of paper here.’
‘Be off, or you’ll miss the train.’