“You'll catch it if Murgatroyd comes in,” Antonia warned him.
“I daresay she won't for a bit,” said Roger hopefully. “That girl's here again.”
“Who? Violet?”
“She's going to find me a service-flat.”
“Good,” said Antonia. “The sooner the better.”
“Now, don't you get spiteful!” said Roger. “Because for one thing I quite like you, and for another I've got a good idea.”
“Why on earth do you like me?” demanded Antonia, curious but ungrateful.
“I don't know. You can't account for these things. Mind you, I don't like that pimple you've got yourself engaged to, but that's neither here nor there, and as far as I can see you won't marry him. However, that wasn't what I wanted to say. This Violet-girl.”
“What about her?”
“Well, I think it would be a good idea to get rid of her. I mean, do you want her joining the family?”